Smugness shrieks from your sallow countenance
Bile bubbles inside
Droll repartee can’t be purchased
From the hatred to which you are tied
In bondage to your own self-loathing
Something you’d never admit
From the inside lane your spite has advanced
And has overtaken your wit
The Grand Canyon fits the description
Of the chasmic chip on your shoulder
A venomous creature at just twenty-three
What will you be like when you’re older?
You preach on the virtues of tolerance
The opinions of others revered
Until you dislike what they’re saying
Then you drip vitriol from your sneer
For one so young it is frightening to see
This faith in your own intellect
But a mind as narrow as needles
Can never learn to respect
Your malignance is growing inside you
I can see it swelling beneath
The surface as if you are pregnant
A repugnant offspring to bequeath
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