A jihad against You

You

I don't always hate you
I hate that you are so big and round and as I am told spherical
I hate the people in you that tell me I must always have money
I hate money in a way
It keeps me from the people I want to be nearest to
You keep me from the one I hope to love
Why must you be so big
4000 miles is a lot
I'm so sick of you
And the money that I don't have
I'm getting tired of all your pain and your all but constant complaining
Not just you with your earthquakes and volcanoes
But also all the people in you
All the dead and dying
and the living tortured souls
What business is it of yours to hold me back from my goals
I don't want to climb you
I don't want to swim across your oceans or cut down all your trees
why oh why is it that when I haven't done anything to you you insist on doing things to me
I suppose I should thank you for just being here
But instead I think I'll bomb your ass and get out of here
Declared by PJ on Tuesday, October 9, 2007