Exalt my achievement; place me in your scorn.

Cognizant of the inner I, impervious & blasé of the outer domain.

Solicitous to the pity of myself, brazen in unawareness to other persons,

Whining whelp, too self important to ask for help.

The contradictions of the entity of self,

Fealty to the Lord, skepticism to a universe,

The antisocial Christian,

Not one to boast, smiles in pride,

I have nothing to be covert, take a look, into my furtive life.

Happy disposition, half way to manic depression,

Stable mind, infantile personality.

Stuck in the past, cannot wait for the future,

All the while, forced to live in the present.

Thus, the complexities of yours truly,

Sophisticated unruly adult like child,

Does not lob bile for fashion,

Does not live for a passion.

Some might call this autobiographical,

I prefer an eidolon of my person.

Either way your words should be watched,

People might take umbrage with them.

Because antisocial Christian is a contradiction,

But then, faith in the entity of self,

Is just misplaced confidence.

Believe me when I say 'complexities are worth it',

They make humans beings,

Better to understand divine meanings.

Through the incongruity, Christ is the only affirmation.

I attest to this corroboration.


Pirate Misneach