The Misanthrope
He had a "hate/like" relationship
with the world. His usual reactions
were always critical, mostly negative,
and his scarce grudging approvals
were, at best, luke-warm. He judged
everything and everyone immediately,
contrasting them with his own imagined
greater beauty, strength, experience, knowledge,
skills, possessions, courage, heritage, and taste.
Anger was his armor and his weapon,
and he wielded it mercilessly and without pause.
A collective great sigh of relief was heard
when he was no longer around.
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