You're only better than me in the sense that you can talk a better game

And only in the sense that you can spread your cheeks wide.
I see through you

Your philanthropy is narcissism in disguise.
You **** in a bush just like rest. I'm taking it back.

You are nothing and Meant nothing.
I am the same mote of star dust as you. Crumbs of death, but keep playing your game.
I'll be here when you've finally seen the glass in its perfect place, cracked