(language warning) The Cherubic Misanthrope

[billy]

i like how the poet implies he's cherubic apart from the two unneeded my's i have no nits jack. i think you gave it just enough to be narrative poetry. and me enough reason to keep on liking what you write. wish i could be more constructive with the feedback.

As a child I dreamt about slapping and hurting my mum who elses mum would she be?
the way dad never could, being more of a gentleman
than he or I would admit. The sluts and junkies
she mixed with made me hate women,
and when she'd lose her mind I'd wish her dead.
The Minotaur which sought Theseus had a cunt, I was sure. i think this and the id lines make it a poem everything else hangs on them. i do like implication of this line

My anger changed course growing up;
men were the enemy now, and I dreamt about hurting my dad, same here, is my needed?
destroying his id with the legs of a chair.
The universe was dark, brightened only by rage
which tore through life like sentient fire,
cleansing and killing at once.