A Rajian Discourse

A poem, narrarted from a cyincal point of view. Written in free verse.

A Rajian Discourse:

What a depressing creature

This Babylon W***e.

Ignorance clouds her like a vile 

stench.

Every word that protrudes from her

nicotine stained lips

Leaves me in utter disgust.

She possess nothing 

but a disagreeable disposition.

Yet we are seen as equals.

The tragedy.

Empathy is a luxury

one I won't be buying

Not when cynicism comes free. 

A question is asked

She answers

Incorrectly.

A feeling my tongue can't comprehend

Schadenfreude?

It would be German.

You can only teach Caliban to curse.

My diction is riddled in spite,

served on my silver forked tongue.

In venom I find delight.

Unpleasant people 

deserve 

unpleasant treatment.

I do this for her not for me.

Every antidote needs a drop of venom,

to save a person life.

Here I stand.

The cure.

Take twice daily

to relieve brutish behaviour.