All ugliness originates
within the self,
expressing what you feel
is what you truly are.
You cannot tolerate a man
who stands above you
like a beacon in a raging sea.
And like the hapless hare
you hear the hounds
that are not really there.
We all must pity you,
there, as you squirm
and plead so pitifully
wiggle, little worm.
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