John Wayne hated horses. Took a truck whenever he could.
Esther Williams hated water. Couldn’t wait to dry off
after every shot.
Dr. Seuss was annoyed by children, their unpredictability.
Beiber probably hates his own music.
Whatever you think is true about anyone
turn it on its head then flip it again.
You’ll be closer.
Next I’ll be telling you Marilyn Monroe hated sex.
But I bet you a year of Hollywood’s grosses
It gets worse:
The flawless model: photo shopped.
The philanthropist cheats on his taxes.
The environmentalist cannot live without A/C.
No one throws it back like the prohibitionist.
I hate to say it, the priest’s no saint either.
Assume everyone you meet is revealed to you
Through a prism,
Leaving you one option: to tease out
the viewing angle with the least distortion.
And even then.