To be disliked and smeared by many …
Is no great travesty,
When they act in ignorance and are the worst the world can offer,
Contributing nothing of social value to life,
But insincerity, selfishness, and shallowness,
And training their offspring in the same way.
Their lives, their pursuit of “the good life,”
Their obsessions with competition only admissions that they are lesser,
Their claims to be blessed by a god they don’t even believe in, a sad cry,
So worried about what others have and needing to have more.
None of it has any meaning.
And what do they matter when everyone dies?
They will be forgotten no matter how much they own,
How popular they thought themselves,
Lost to time, their little kingdoms ending with them.
And they only act to build a cover for their indecencies anyway,
Their depravities. And the more depraved they are the more cover they need.
Yes, they control the world, the sickest of us, a blight upon all,
As immorality lends itself to wealth and power, a key ingredient.
But they make time dreadful for others in their greed,
Imagining themselves the best of people,
When they are the dregs, the users, the liars, the cheaters, the phony.
But imagine how much worse it would be to be liked by them,
To know that one is as bad as they, accepted into their cliques,
Falling for their lives of illness, emptiness, false love,
To willingly defer to them,
Knowing that one is like them enough to be part of their club, their illness.
How sad, pathetic … how worthless.
It achieves nothing but self-debasement, and that is what they have trained us to believe is good.
Ah, yes to be one of them brings advantage, but for what?
Advantage to get more then one needs, to waste life on nonsense?
That is not life. That is not love. That is plague.
No. They can hate me, defame me,
I will never choose inauthenticity to be liked by them.
I will die with nothing they value, but I will die true,
With a clean heart, knowing I cared about more than their disease.