With malice and a dark, disturbing grace,
You smear my name to strangers and to friends,
Producing lies you’d not dare to my face
For disingenuous and childish ends.
Record the work I’ve done, and you can see
Your version of reality is skewed.
You think yourself superior to me,
Because you are inferior to you.
My foibles are to all as plain as day,
But they are overshadowed by my strengths,
And I don’t give a damn what you might say.
I’m sad to see you going to these lengths.
I work to make the world a better place,
While all you do is merely take up space.