A degenerate man from a wealthy family, despicable in mind and ugly as a blob fish. Bigot, sexist, fake conservative and false Christian, assuredly hiding something nefarious in his genes, and donning a child’s outfit, a grown man dressed up like a prepubescent clown. The smug, bastard scion of a smug family, greed the mantra of their lineage—little nobodies, imagining themselves members of some derelict peerage. They worship things. 

And you sold your holiness to him to be in the middle of it, like a call girl, for the promise of an easy life and bragging rights, never having to grow up. The ugliness never a consideration, ignored for gold. The hatred for others, hidden behind a false veneer of faith—Evangelical … Calvinist … the “chosen”—but in reality only a cancer cell, part of a carcinomic mass killing the patient, you swallowed it. And you slept with it, let it inside you. And you took its name. And you played its perverse games, letting it twist your thoughts into something like itself, taking on its grotesque mind. And you bore it offspring. 

And then it discarded you, as all narcissists do. And you cried for the loss of your feeding trough. And you expected pity. And you got it, when it was undeserved, foul user. You were as horrible as he all along. It was a time when subservience was not required anymore, when you could have made your own way, waited for someone who wasn’t hot garbage. But your greed was in control, yet you dare to call others materialistic. You are a fraud, looking to sell yourself to another of his kind … since that is all you know … all you actually care about. 

Do it quickly, dear. Your inside is already rotten, and your outside is at its expiration date. Only pigs will buy it now, so find one fast, a real winner, and swallow it all again.