Unpleasant People

Unpleasant people fill the world with shame
And bitterness drips from their mouths like spittle.
Demanding our forgiveness and acquittal
For all their crimes, they shiver and duck blame,
And blithely make the most outrageous claim
Of having earned the dark right to belittle
Because their souls are pure, their small hearts brittle,
Despair their surest friend, who speaks their name.

We're all the same, catastrophe-fed fear
Is in our nature, is our nature, sings
Its siren song to us. What each day brings,
Along with pressure to be insincere
And load up on emotions and bad beer,
Is insults, chains, disaster, and mood swings.