Hate grabs his buddies
(he’s perpetually popular)
Blame sits
like a parrot
upon his shoulder,
eager to squawk
Boastful and Lies,
conjoined at the hip,
whisper in his ear,
while Greed salivates
in anticipation
Fearmongering
puffs his chest
in a futile effort
to block Confusion
from sight
Ineptitude has renamed
himself Genius
No, Hate is never alone
3 Apr 2020
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