I see you there,
a glint in the periphery,
a flicker against the inane reality.
I see you there,
and I spit,
I have cursed my own blood,
discarded my own brother,
what do you think you hold
that I could ever value?
Be honored.
Celebrate,
for I see you there
and take note of the insignificance that is your life,
the banalities that are your thoughts,
blank unrecognition of truth,
blatant disregard for reality,
bold disdain for completeness.
I curse again,
claw at the scratch of the stench of your clothing,
vomit at the hint of your person.
Like the hiss of an angry cat,
I draw my shackles up against the social law
that protects the weakness that grows in your loins
and dilutes the strength of evolution,
stain upon the cloth of humanity.
Be gone.
Depart.
There should be no place for you here,
and I curse the ones that build
for you a house of woebegotten love,
misplaced
and displaced,
granting mercy to a mote
that should not be,
an unfortunate glitch
in the code of humanity.
I shiver and move on,
disgusted at the thought
of the taste of your mind.
