My ears are jaded from the words you put on the street,
And your petulance is exhausting to the candid you mistreat.
My feet hurt from egg shells and your mouth litters hypocracy,
And you deprive yourself of righteous validity by taking pride in fallacious exalting.

You drain life from good people and are a thief of their vitality,
And you pursue an egocentric facade and wed a victim's mentality.
I don't seek a good name, nor do I value a worldly reputation,
But you deceive your circles with yellow journalism and I averse exploitative falsism.



Thursday 12 December 2024