See, how he uses others
Just for his sake
So clever
Many times, cheap
Dragging others' conscience
To his low levels
At times,
Becomes a preacher
A know all types
But,
Never to be caught
Only to make you feel
More helpless, insecure
I don't know
I'm unsure
There seems no cure
Answers I get
Spread out,
hither-thither
I gather
Do you know
I do only this lot
As I did in years of yore
I think,
I'll remain forever,
An immature!
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