“ Indifference ” ~ they’ll ne’er admit ~

They’re indifferent

To maladroit

And sad misfits,

They who torment

Though ne’er admit

The malice they inflict,

In a so beguiling way

They’re bothered not a lick,

To exercise their pitiless wit!

“ Misery ” ~ loves company ~


Misery ’tis said

Loves company,

Tho in its stead

Enjoys at times

To fix a stay,

In my poor head,

The while it plays

Its dismal spell,

Planting seeds

Of ominous deeds

Draggled from hell,

When thus for days

Till dusk ignites

I’m made to suffer

Misery’s company,

And alas as many nights!

                                                                                ode to all separatists