A Farce

I think deep down you know you’re small,
Underneath it all.
The tailored suits, and shiny shoes,
Crisp white pants, and stiff starched shirts,
Manners so well manicured
Hiding all your rage,
That peeks and cracks through gritted teeth
And looks to others like a grin;
Buying friends and loyalty
To cover up your sins.
You told me once, you had more brains
Than all of us combined.
All that did was prove to me,
You don’t believe that lie.
I think deep down you know you’re small,
Underneath it all.

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