You,
Sir or Madam,
You,
Yes you,
Right there,
Looking at this now,
You make me mad.
Why?
You ask, feigning interest.
Because you're breathing.
Because you're wasting space
And time
And air.
Because you're so very obviously
Not better than anyone else.
I'm talking to you,
Sir or Madam,
You,
Who is so beneath me,
I consider you hardly worth my time.
You,
Who should move out of my way whenever I walk by.
You make me mad.
Why?
You ask, annoyed that I would speak to you,
Me,
One of the upper class.
Because you,
Yes you,
Are a waste of the world.
You are not perfect,
You are not socially acceptable,
You are not nearly as good as I am.
Because I am perfect
And you are not.
You,
Sir or Madam,
You,
Yes you,
Make me angry.
Why?
You ask,
Curious about why someone with such social standing as I have
Would talk to one such as you.
Because I,
Sir or Madam,
Yes, I,
Am jealous of you.