Contempt

Everyone knows someone to hate,
often they claim it is their mate.

Truth be told,I will be bold.
It is contempt with myself I hold.

Lifes paths I have wandered.
Seldom does it lead to good places.

For others my wisdom abounds,
myself it only seems to confound.

The web gets tangled when I weave,
I am simply trying to perceive.

I run with friends in a temptest swirl,
more times than not, it over a girl.

No problem too big for Absolut to solve.
In no time at all the room revolves.

Noon peaks in, I think "What a sin".
Contempt wells up and I give in.