there you are,
the greater part of
every population,
the few and far
between that are
secretly exactly
like every other
person next to
them on the bus
or train or office

there you are,
you pretentious masses
of quivering cowards

there you are,
hiding in the corner
acting like someone
else put you there

there you are.

I have no sympathy
because I cannot be
sympathetic

the world is your oyster
and I know that and for
that reason I sit here and
plot until it is time to
strike

but there you are

crying over bruises
and paper cuts like
you’ve been stabbed
in the back when
every one of your
wounds came from
your own dagger

there you are
and here I am

and that is how it
is, no more and
no less