It may be a pestering grudge, 
Or you may not like his race,
And when his world comes tumbling down,
There’s a smile upon your face.
It feels like your world is falling in place,
Just as his is falling apart,
And your life somehow finds meaning again,
Because of the grief in his heart.
Its that sadistic sense of pleasure,
That evil sense of right,
When someone else’s ill luck,
Brings to you delight.
You don’t see it manifested,
It’s certainly abstract,
It is nothing like jealously,
Its much more than that.
It’s one of those emotions,
You don’t hear about everyday,
Delight at another’s misfortune,
We call it schadenfreude.

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