Scum I Know

I see you from far away,
You're lost in your self-possession,
You are anti-socialism personified,
Mayhem is your obsession.
You seem to revel in your hate,
You proudly proclaim yourself bad,
You delight in making others miserable,
I think you're just plain sad.
When caught performing said bad deeds,
Or inciting a broad revolt,
You shift the blame to someone else,
Nothing is ever your fault.
I have tried to see the good in you,
The positive I've tried to see,
But I can find no redeeming features,
You're a piece of crap to me.
Until the time you need my help,
You crawl to me and whine,
About how you didn't deserve the event,
The other person crossed the line.
I reach deep down into my very core,
To the compassionate side of me,
I trawl through my feelings, searching,
For some sympathy.
But I recall the grief you gave,
To the others and to me,
And the way you sneered and enjoyed,
The problems that it caused me.
And now you expect me to put behind,
The history that still causes pain,
But I know that if I don't act,
You'll play another kind of game.
You'll accuse me of not acting,
Of not being professional and fair,
Even though when the tables are turned,
About your responsibilities you don't care.
I will help you each instance,
I'll do my duty that's true,
For the day that I stop caring,
Is the day that I'll be you.
But one day you'll be accountable,
And meet the correctional staff,
Look up and you will see me,
Toasting you, with a laugh.

I was thinking of a particularly sneery kid at school and the way that he causes me all sorts of grief... until he wants something. The he knows that I will help him, because he's a leech that lives off what he can get when he needs it. Sad, really.