Are you happy spreading misery,
distrust what you embrace
More joyful when the skies are dark,
than bright on sunny days
Is truth a tool you wield and fling,
a weapon in your hand
Love what looms and threatens most,
to never understand
Are feelings there for you to trash,
with others left to cry
A promise made but left unkept,
much worse than any lie
When all is said, and all is done,
and everyone looks back
Will you be known for what you were
—that knife in someone's back
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)