I wouldnt be so quick to judge him, for even I can have feelings
for someone like him. But what kind of feelings, well;
There is a side of me that wishes him well, but what side you ask;
Its the side of my hand that comes down with a hammer-fist,
splitting the bridge of his nose, turning his face from purple to
blue and rendering him expressionless as the blood empties
from his nose.
And there is a part of me that, well, hopes things are good.
That part would be the side of my foot thats swings swiftly
by his ear as my spinning heel-kick makes contact with his
temple. His brain splashes from left to right as the water drips
from his ears and the spammer falls to the ground and gently
Like I said even someone as malicious as me can still have
feelings for people.