Eggboy.

More fragile than you first appear
in singlets and the business end of a number 2.
That an idea (and an egg) can shake the core of you
to your marrow
And fuel your lust for hate.

Such a simple thought to get you so undone: let’s extend our love of mateship to all.
Where’s the problem, we are left wondering after your rage explodes in craven thrall to those who want it all while the rest can burn.

And what of the boy who egged a senator of ill repute and ended up in a headlock, chocked by you:
a couple of burly blokes showing the world your new world order.
Consume the hate! Breathe it in like air!
And you did.
'Til it sits in your guts
like too much cake
iced with despair, and a dollop of bitterness and bludgeoned hope.

Forgotten how to care, much lads?

Here's a clue:
it starts with people who aren't you.