Worthless Being

They're listening behind bars
That they themselves created,
And he is no different than the
Likes of those disgusting men,
Never will you see me smile
Again on his face or theirs,
So refrain from inviting him
To our intellectual gatherings,
He has shown neither heads
Nor tails without that smirk,
As if he knows everything
About the world or even me,
An arrogant creep that will
Continue to belittle my gems,
And as I rise above mountains
To deliver a peaceful message,
I observe many who hug me
In a great emotional friendship,
While the likes of him will be
Void of any tiny notice, always.



Wednesday, 10th of June 2015

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