from me at four to the big kids

Dear Big-Kids,

I hate you
and your big feet
your big hands
your big eyeballs
your big words
your big bikes

and your girlfriend's big tits.

I hate you
because you break my stuff
and steal my toys and rip my comics
and tease me until I cry.

I hate you,
and I just wanted to say,
"Neener Neener -- nice stitches on your nose
from where the rock from my trap slammed it
and sent all that blood flying!"

It was fun watching you run home to your mommy.

Love,
the little kid you could have been nice to
but weren't.