Couched & Crouched

Oh how I despise thee ... So many ways

I despise thee 'neath luminosity or shining suns rays

I despise thee as a virulent germ set to wipe out humanity

I despise thee as a venal piece of offal reeking of insanity

I despise thee as a vermin-ridden rodent spreading disease

I despise thee as a lying hypocrite quick on his knees

Oh how I despise thee ... So many whys

I despise your constant whining, your never ending sighs

I despise the way you laugh at others troubles

I despise the way you snort, your nose blowing bubbles

I despise you because you think you're better than the rest

I despise the way you think all others are merely a jest

You sit there on your couch pigging out on snacks

Gleefully pounding out insults you think others do lack

Like a spider you spin webs of malice, hatred, deceit

Thinking anonymous websites make you so discreet

You cruise social media looking for people to cut down

Not a shred of sympathy for suffering persons in city or town

You think you know it all because Mommy said you were smart

You know no more empathy than a rank liquid shart

So get up from your couch, you silly vain fat fake

Put down your cell phone, drop the Little Debbie cake

Quit hiding behind anonymity of electronic screen

Open your door, look at the real world, make yourself seen

Try to care for another ... maybe just one time

At least look them in the face when you drop an insulting dime