Masked Within
March 9, 2022
Oh hypocrisy,
The devil's pride
Concieved by the power of deceit
Born of venom beaks.
Dwelling among the hooligans
With affection and admiration,
She stands gazing angelically at me.
No sooner had I turned my back
Flying daggers hit me balck and blue,
Before I can move my finger,
She flies on her toes
With unending streams of feining tears
Indeed, I can boldly say
"The devil is proud of you"
You then carry yourself around majestically
With the "booty" frolicing east and west,
Speaking blissfully from the nose
Thinking you're cool unfortunately,
A fool is what you see in the mirror
Oh! the womb you are from wailed in vanity.
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