We all know that sick and twisted feeling
Of pleasure we get when we see the pain
Of someone we hate. It isn't appealing,
Yet it's as enjoyable as chocolate is to the brain.
When experiencing this emotion, you are the sun,
Warm and happy, but not caring about the burn you give,
Schadenfreude is quite like a cigarette. One
Knows it's wrong, at it feels terrible, yet with pleasure you live,
This emotion is a knife happy to cut up fruit salad,
Enjoying the pain it brings to the watermelon.
If someone is rude to you and they fall, you enjoy it like a ballad.
Just the idea of someone suffering for doing a thing
Bad to you brings on the emotion,
This emotion is like a sting,
And it is quite a commotion!
People will judge you for feeling it,
Yet they will feel it when they see you suffer for their doings.
I owe Clouds credit for the topic of the poem, and Aenex credit for the knife cutting fruit salad line.
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