Where within lies this articulate arrogance, brazenly antagonistic said the evidence,
then amusingly boorish yet barren but brilliant, creatively clairvoyant with the bullshit.
This curious current of impulsiveness, is oppressively electrifying in its explosiveness,
so said that sad song of the fool when his money is gone, oh! but then I could be wrong.
A total indifference with dishonesty, the disgusting lack of empathy causes great tragedy,
The minuscule amounts of generosity, equaled by the preposterous claims that is hypocrisy.
That cynical perspective yes! miserable who wouldn’t expect it, that hostility when rejected,
egotistical and aloof lay proof to why I use the sleight of hand, to hide the sham in who I am.