philosophasterA Poem by Wraith.The all knowing of un-needed to be known upon his rose tinged plastic throne Important contributor of verbal defecation the pinnacle of my pitiful humour Illusory master who looks to his inferiors! Basking obliviously in his ignorance First to yell finish, yet slow in pursuit Voice so loud and depth so minuscule Relishing madly in his fake grandeur Clouded by his deceptive theatrics The source of my daily headache The hypocrite on his hands and knees who looks to others and cannot lead concealed in his veil of shallow deciet The great pretender ceased to be born! Un-tailored mask that cannot quite hold pseudo- intellect boasting away claims true to his credit which he stole away Devoid of devotion though will insist otherwise Sure of a poised glance but eyes cannot hide The deceiver will receive his comeuppance a plee to his evaporating audience left alone to brood with an incapable mind storing information that renders him blind Beyond comprehension leaves his head in his hands His crowd has left without a sound.
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6 Reviews Added on May 26, 2014 Last Updated on May 26, 2014 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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