Oh this wonderful world, 

One power abuser after another, 

Job to job, never changing. 

Only the immoral and dishonest move up, 

Up to take advantage of their positions, 

Up to inventing lies and shirking responsibilities at my cost, 

Cosplaying professionals, cosplaying people. 

Those who belong in jail or in a gutter. 

And, you, you conniving, self-important bitch, 

You courter of sleaze, creator of what never happened, 

Bent upon my destruction when you were as guilty, 

You sniveling professor of fake faith, liar, 

You’ve cut my options to ribbons with your vain imbeciles in tow, 

For abuse is all you’ve known and yet it’s all you sow, 

You greedy shit stain of a pretend person, stealing people’s personality quirks, 

I hope you get what you want, a life even faker than the one you live now, 

And, for your deceit and lack of conscience, 

I hope you die painfully.