Strange
That I inspire
Contempt
In people
I never think of,
Unless they're shoved in my face
Artificially,
But yes,
Do go on about whatever
It is that knotted up your
*******.

A good telling to,
though,
With the sycophants
Stroking your ego.

Wordy,
Hyperbolic.

The wisdom of a teenager,
More ambition
And know it all attitude
Than wisdom,
Presumption.

I've heard it all
Before,
No one likes you,
You're not wanted at the party,
You need an attitude adjustment,
Paltry petty derision
Derived and empty.

I can see
You're angry,
Now,
Let me make it worse.

The dust became a man
And it did  not like it,
So the man screamed obscenities
And returned to silence
And nothingness.

Deep,
Coulda summarized it,
From dust we are born,
To dust we return,
Inevitable.

A tautology.

Not even worthy of note.

So why do you marinate
In your disgust?

Seems,
Like,
A you,
Problem.