Nothing Left to Learn

It’s not as if I hold out hope for you,

I’ve known you since forever, after all,

A clown, a charlatan, a scowl, a rube,

The proof that every soul has far to fall.

And though you were not made of different stuff,

Skin and eyeballs, nostrils, cheeks, et cet,

I am, each day, appalled by all you love,

For what you love I’ve not discovered yet.

You’re just a fucking monster.