Distinguished Disgust

Snobs, snotty, full of themselves. There are so many on lookers that hold this harsh view of all they look upon; both I and you.

There so many entrapped and so sicking in their arrogant airs

Their mere presence beside me draws sneers at their fake presentation to the public about them

How can one live life surrounded by your own self?

Still you wonder why others push you aside

You in all your wondrous amazement; but, only through your own eyes.

Merely I laugh at your fragile, cocky, attitude 

Because I know as well as you, at home you still feel

As abandon and desperate as the low of the low

Your mind, heart, and soul are sickened by your actions and words

That your distinguished ideas make you disgusted when you hear your own words