Sir Savoir-Faire
scum of the earth —
you. perish now
and nevermore bastardise our world
with your heinous turpitude.
collect fetid transudation in your glass carafe now.
wear it
and drink it;
might as well —
keep your cleverly opaque bottle filled with the strongest of intoxicants —
bring forth your meeting with the Reaper. ’tis the destiny you so desire.
curse the stars!
O, how they’ve sinned!
would that they’ve not granted you the girl you deserve?
Why, with your Herculean build, natural handsomeness and incontestable aptitude,
it is no wonder you place labels on girls,
and genius judgments at that.
O, how they’ve failed to meet your rightfully-set standards!
at your beck and call —
a bevy of babes to satisfy your lust,
the self-proclaimed ‘inferiors’ you look down upon,
and a group of angels to leech off of —
but only in your head.
and to what do I owe the honour
of having you speak of my beliefs
as a mockery?
Ha! indeed, eternally flattered.
I send you all my love
in the form of sympathy.
must be a lonesome journey
of self-chicanery.
awaken to the truth now.
your mask of humility has broken.
cement your lips to their derrières
and tighten the shackles that keep
you chained to your exceptional act
now.
I trust in the beauty of goodness
and the gifts of its embrace,
of which everyone is entitled.
I shall, forevermore, seek forgiveness from myself
for putting down that grace.
O, you poor, ignorant thing,
living amidst delusion.
grey clouds will multiply and the air shall thicken
around you.
scum of the earth —
you deserve this.
originally published: 28 Jul 2015