Cowards and Crooks

Insolent, procrastinating, harping, fleshy, demon. How do you live out your pathetic existence? In your own life you are worthless; not to mention mine. Vanity and pride fill you, your sense of entitlement sickens and bewilders friend and foe alike. You pass your evils to all, because you think they deserve what you have been through... Yet, they are little better. Friends are merely manifestations of evil you coe exist with. Worthless are you, decapitated of your own will quickly, efficiently, at such an age, that leaves you hollow, defeated, broken. But, in the end, you get them back don't you? To your own selfish ends you dwindle your life force, twiddling your thumbs in self doubt and personal strife. You fight, but cannot win.. Absorbed are you by a materialistic society, caught in your own hateful repercussions,fighting only to fight, battling only to harm, striking down any in your way. You deserve nothing but contempt and suspicious leers from the world. Expect nothing but these things.