Psycho In My Lab Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

There's a psycho in my lab
Over six years, always at the nab,
No morality, no humanity,
No etiquette, no courteous trait,
For air conditioning, he fights,
When help is requested, he flights,
Has mood swings tenfold than average women
Yet comments abominably on the tireless women,
Must have forgotten how he was born maybe,
Must have forgotten about the women in his family,
He attempted to murder
Three scholars who are his junior,
He tempered a toxic chemical
Up to a chiliad centigrade
Ejecting vapours of hydrogen selenide,
While the toxic fumes gave them headaches
The sadist had run away, escaped,
They wondered all along what was the odour
Not knowing that it was an attempt to murder,
When the high-temp measurement was over
And the chamber was ventilated
He returned, when asked what the sample was
He replied that it was extremely pernicious,
He knew, and so he was away,
How reprehensible! How abominable!
He could be aptly called a psycho
Rather than by his very name Jaycho,
Why award the highest degree to a creature
That often behaves less than a one-celled creature!
May help others only to narcissistically show off,
When looked closely, the veil is already thrown off,
He is very adept at spreading rumours
Even if he is on the slightest envious,
This sadist psycho with no ounce of humanity
Is an ominous danger to every living entity,
If only God existed
We could somehow be protected,
An epitome of benevolence
Treasures this dogmatic maleficence,
Our dear guide cherishes this vile,
Of course, incognizant of the peril
It could bring upon his other thoughtful people,
Having no soul to narrate the truth
Here I am articulating my oppressed ruth.