I loathe butterflies
And crush them beneath my boot
Whenever I can

Chemical warfare
Is waged is when the Spring arrives
Via noxious sprays

I watch them plummet
To the concrete shivering
Their lives slowly end

And I watch as their
Bodies are swept to storm drains
A satisfied smirk

They nauseate me
Boasting Technicolor wings
Flawless colors on blue

Riding rebel winds
Floating untroubled and calm
Through the universe

I loathe butterflies
Constantly reminding me
Of what could have been