The morbid misanthropes are wise.
They are selfish like you,
But unlike you, they don’t wear a disguise.
The one who is bought is the one who buys.
You are garrulous and reach out
To peers, who never succumb to doubt.
They will buy your book if you buy theirs.
The value of the book? Who cares?
You buy their book if they buy yours.
Look at these naive, gullible, affectionate, whores.
The morbid misanthrope will never be
Like that. From the very beginning the misanthrope says, “No.
I don’t really like you. I have to go.”
You wish sometimes you were like that, too.
You are. Enthusiastic, disguised. But that is you.
Scarriet 
Desdi said,
April 6, 2019 at 11:35 am
In fact, I am working towards my doctorate in Misanthropology.
Lovely poem.