Fragments of an existence
Disgust at its own insignificance
At being part of a pestilence

Yet, why it does not wonder
The reason it puts itself at the center
Honouring itself as the alpha and the omega

But when its choices go askew
Blame falls on either a deity or destiny
And sometimes the Trickster too

Laughable and pathetic
Believing it's a maverick
When the proper term is hypocrite.