I am a difficult creation in person,
Not an ordinary run of mankind;
I collect no habits, no pieces of persons,
I have no reason on you to be kind.
If I know you, you must be an individual;
You’re one of the race of disgrace-
No, I won’t take you as something particular,
I know well, we filth together this race.
If I do like you, it might be something inordinate;
How didn’t I put you in the black archives?
How come that you’re resisting the humane hate?
How come that we may share ordinary lives?