Make haste upon the wind of your questions
Purge that glimmer of trust
Flattery, will get you nowhere fast
Once I confirm, you are not
One of us

Take a  safari on the icing of your own cake
Then cut me a slice or two
You can get overly sentimental, if you like
While I have your cake
And eat it too

Shut off the valve to your bleeding heart
No pity is needed here
I ride ******* on all my trials
Been roughing it
For years

Go ahead and apply your salve to all those wounds
You have been rubbing all that salt in
I wear a shield of aiming intention
That I call my tough
Thick skin