Don't read this

A poem about misanthropy
A story about how everybody is dead to me
Sick of fucking with blunt egos bouncing off of blunt egos
Sick of fucking with the same clubs chasing different hoes
Nobody is real and I can't fucking stand it
There's no true connection it's all smoke and mirrors
I've got hate spreading through me as an infection
You don't need no dissection to know that I'm heartless
You don't need to be a smart cunt to know who's gutless
I see it all around me, identifying each ego that acts as a mask
Don't do drugs no more so you know it's whiskey that fills my flask
Man only has free will, to the extent that he knows himself
Well I sat in silence and found my true self
Cursed with the duality of extreme divine beings
Don't get me wrong you'd be insane to follow my teachings
Though the world is crazy, don't tell me you can't see it
Yet crazy understands crazy and baby, I've mastered the world