Blood Lust

I'm tired, uninspired, nothing's fun anymore, sick of working so much and still being poor. Christmas is coming and all I feel is dread. No sugarplum fairies dancing in this head. Into my haven pure evil has snuck: someone came and killed my sweet pet ducks. I hope you choke on their bones, you SOB, my heart is filled with hatred, your evil's infested me. My pacifist husband has even bought a gun! He really wants to kill you, so you see how evil's won? And now, and now, when I look at the lake, all I can feel is... a wrenching heartbreak. The fish that we feed have become so tame, they are fooled by your lures; it's hardly fair game. And WE are at fault for gaining their trust, God, we hate you "fishermen" with your sickening blood lust. Anger and revenge have usurped our peace, and I am just waiting for this crappy life to cease.