I should have killed you when I had the chance
I was naked when our eyes met, both of mine and all eight of yours. I'll admit it was awkward at first, and I'll admit that my first thought was to kill you. "That's not very Buddhist" I thought to myself so I refrained from washing you down the drain. So how could you do it? I was willing to look past the fact that you didn't pay your $12 campsite fee, that you were in the wrong gender shower stall (yeah, I looked, so what?), and I was even willing to forgive you giggling at me when bumped the handle and the water went cold. So how could you do it? How could you wait until I had soap in my eyes to pull your little disappearing act? Oh I looked for you, I searched every crack and crevasse of that shower and me. But of course you already know that, watching me freak out will all those beady little eyes.
I should have killed you when I had the chance.