As in an effort to kick effort out,You display theories in round about
And build hopes you aim to destroy,on a cloud you make believe is a metal alloy
And the bait you use is sweet talk,Kindness used cruelly to shock
Long hooks of iron that pierce,Aiming to please in a way that is fierce
With a chain mail character that’s just a smoke screen,Hiding the reality of where your mind’s been
Is not truth what’s in the essence of your word,When dishonesty is what your faculties herd?
Yet you’d have everyone believe,That if truth is ugly its better to deceive
Much better to out with it when it’s needed,Even pretty weeds in a garden get weeded
I’m poor if I fail to accept this,I’d rather the goodbye than the goodbye kiss...