Hatred Sonnet to the Poor Fool Who Stole My Last Piece of Gum

Oh thou wretched and crusty batch of nature Thou art the epitome of vile scum You venomous and treacherous creature You who hast stolen my last piece of gum Loathsome passion doth ignite my hatred Your being only is one of abhorrence The seconds I view upon you are utterly wasted Oh but, alas! I shall have my vengeance! May your thoughts be laden with unbearable guilt May your spouse be unfortunately ugly May your gardens be infested with tobacco wilt And may your children be known for their stupidity Foolishly foolish fool who thinks only of his own satisfaction The seconds count down until I shall claim my retribution