Here's a poem. I'm not saying it's good. I'm not even saying I like it, it's just a poem I wrote. I backdated it to when I wrote it, rather than today's date. Enjoy.
Her Safeword is "Awesome!"
Compassion was trained into her like a Pavlovian response.
She can taste it, salivary and immediate on exposure to suffering.
It's just that she doesn't care anymore.
Her heart feels like a dry socket in a crumbling jaw,
a holy relic of her belief in the golden rule.
She's the precise opposite of a bigot;
She only hates people exactly like herself.
The weak, the selfish, the manipulative,
the broken and the timid incur her wrath:
their only offense, reflection.