9.) disgrace

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I know more than you think,
I see through your fake smiles.
Right through your thick skulls,
my vision travels for miles.
I can see your rotting brains,
if you can even call them that.
I can see your true colours,
and they match the shades of a rat.

How foolish of me to assume
that wisdom somehow came with age.
Because some of the biggest dorks to walk this earth, this stage,
shock me with their ignorance and apathy.
As their written discourse is the epitome of fallacy.
Yet they think they have the right to say,
what anyone with a mind would never say.

Maybe I should give them a piece of my mind.
Or maybe logic and decency are things they'll never find.

All I know is that if I wasn't who I am,
I'd tell them how dumb they really are straight to their face.
But I should rather sit, stick, stay put in this jar like jam,
and ignore them because they're nothing short of a disgrace.
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