Teeming
Teeming with anger towards others
Filled with distasteful thoughts
There are people who sit
In their high chairs
And disseminate their falsified truths
When the time of judgement comes
Your preparedness is questioned just because you've survived the earlier ones
They question you because you don't sit in their squalor
They call you a liar
Since when do you get persecuted for success
Has this become the norm to accept mediocrity
To sit in your quagmire of stupidity and unjustified envy
To hear the noise of these troglodytes
Burns my very core
These people don't deserve this diety they turn to for forgiveness
They don't deserve any niceties
They shan't receive my respect
They wont
I shall treat them with calculated prejudice
Because I'm teeming
I'm
Not
Going
To
Deal
