He sat on the edge of the bench that faced toward the ocean
Baffled
Perplexed
Confused
"How," he muttered to himself, "could the world not treat me better?"
His eyes almost glazed over as the thought crossed his mind
That the world really did not know who he was
Did not really care what level of treatment he deserved
And certainly did not seem bothered by his predicament
If the world was a sentient being
And was too blind to see what was going on
Then there was only one course of action he could take
Total and complete damnation of the world, without quarter
Contempt, indifference, callous insouciance
That was all it would get from here on out
The world, for it's part
Took no notice
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