Shakespearian Hatred

You are an unneeded letter, relegated to the forgotten ends of the alphabet.
You’re unchaste nature made a meal of you and it shows through in the sallow skin of your face.
You speak vilely spitting your vitriol like so much bilious mess
And lo, your capricious hatred bursts forth in at any moment; showing it knows no bounds.

To those quieted and civil in nature your character, both rude and abrupt, disrupts them deeply; but you care not for their peace.
Nor do you care for the quiet, diligent and gentle way they go about tending to the pastures of their lives.
You dance through the fields trampling their hard work into dust and feeling you have made an impact and then;
When all is done you trounce your way out through the undergrowth.
Stomping like so much of a child and leaving footprints in your wake.
Truly it is that you have never grown.
Truly it is that you, unneeded, unchaste, bilious, capricious beast;
Are all spleen, and nothing of a man.