I have little faith in mankind.
Unkind.
Vindictive, deceitful, conceited beings,
governed by parochial self-interest.
I blackmail, if I fail, I blacklist,
You.
I look at the list.
What’s in it for me? Either now or in an imaginary hereafter.
I only do good to get laughter
or to get good to me or prevent me from bad.
So very sad.
Quick to write homilies (such as this)
Odes to ourselves.
I am good, I am kind, I am different.
Victims of conspiracies unwritten. Of crimes uncommitted. Of goodness unrepaid.
Yet I backstab. I backbite. I scratch your back. Get off my back. I got your back.
Anything to get ahead.
Not to help my brother but to oppress instead
Mankind. So unkind.
Petty, vindictive, myopic, conceited beings.
That I have little faith in.
That I am a perfect specimen of.
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