I am unreasonable; whimsical, they call me
Seldom yielding; always adamant.
Rarely forbearing, ever rancorous.
Hardly altruistic, relentlessly misanthropic.
Well, this is how I’m wired
I always have it my way!
Who wants to be selfless,
When he can have the world by his sway?
I know I’m despicable
For, one loves to hate me,
Yet hates the way he loves me.
My loathsomeness knows no bounds,
Like the infernal serpent, it hisses as it hounds.
It derives immense pleasure out of the chase;
Once the prey succumbs, it displays apathy
And moves on...
Only to watch its prey die slowly,
Out of decadence more than anything else.
For, once you’ve given in
There’s no turning back.
The serpent has had its fill
And now moves on to a fresh kill.
I take pride in this sadism,
For, heartlessness is my thing,
And humanity shuns me!
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Composed by Abhipsita Kundu on 15th May 2011
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