The One I Loathe

This was for something called Poetry Month. Anyhow this was Day 11: Write about yourself being a terrible person. Make yourself the worst person ever, flipping your personality if necessary.

I’ll stab you in the back quite viciously,
'cause I am filled with hatred and bigotry.
I can be the one that you despise;
I'll tell the truth? Or how about lies?

Maybe you’ll end up getting bruised,
But I don’t care if you feel used;
I’ll say that you have lovely eyes
Just to get between your thighs.

I’ll spread the word; tittle-tattle,
And slaughter you like mere cattle.
For you are ugly, fat, and inert...
I don’t care if your feelings get hurt.

I am the man, the king of this castle,
But you; you're nothing but a hassle.
I do not care if you curl up and die;
Take the leap “Oh, you can’t fly?”