Rantings

I rant and rave every day

I cry and crib every night

In a world filled with megalomaniacs and misanthropes,

a little bud wanted to bloom.

Little did I know that the color of wrath wrapped itself in white,

that loath disguised itself in love,

that a pleonexia wore philanthropist's mask,

and nothing lasted forever.

The bud shall die,

why you ask?

Because the joy of tormenting a neonate is euphoric for the world

because the satisfaction of stripping a women of her respect is bliss

because being emotionless is the new cool

because being irresponsible is the new black.

A bud deserves better, honey!