People are a waste of time
With all their petty wants and needs
Alone I’ll get along just fine
This putrid planet is not kind
It spawned a dirty wanton breed
People are a waste of time
Humans beings: a horde of slime
A mass of filthy carnal deeds
Alone I’ll get along just fine
Creation is a wretched crime
A dirty lot it grows and feeds
People are a waste of time
If someone would just cut the vine
And scatter all the human seeds
Alone I’ll get along just fine
I curse the careless cold Divine
His ghastly garden full of weeds
People are a waste of time
Alone I’ll get along just fine
Richard W. Bray
Tags: misanthropy, Poetry, Villanelle