Wearing pridefully my bad guy budge,
Wearing off my inferiors,
To them I remain narcissistic,
To myself misanthropic.
Like fine breeze blowing,
I shall never suffocate thyself,
Just to coordinate equality,
Between me and society,
As ordinary, am odd!
As even, I am not!
Cut me off, to open your eyes,
See! I am my own superior,
My own God,
A subordinative creature!
Qwufua Environment 