People.

Hating is easy,

Like eating an ice cream cone or 

A bag of Oreos.

The sublime hate is an

Art.

But,

it is not true hate.

Expectations and standards

Fail.

People fall short.

And life dissapoints.

Sublime hate suckles on the

Casccade of vanilla mediocrity.

It disdains the complacent and

Conceited who knowl little and 

Do--

Better to befriend an incomprehensible page,

A cacophonous concerto,

And hoary philosopher who

Nursed on

Alkali and acid.

Across fogotten

Dusty pages.