I wish

I didn’t think I’d say it

I didn’t think I could

To even think the things I think

I’m guilty, yes m’lud.

I didn’t think I’d need to

Think things as bad as this

But things have got more serious

( Beyond a boo or hiss )

I didn’t think I’d ever

Wish this amount of ill

Upon another mother’s son

I didn’t till until.

I didn’t think my anger

Would ever get so hot

To make me think the things I think

I wish I thought them not.