Self Proclaimers
Such rapier wit that cuts right through
With quick tongues that can’t tame the shrew
There is nothing left or better for them to do
Except belittle all they meet
There is no concept of wrong or right
They’ll speak their thoughts just to start a fight
They are always alone most day and night
For of love, they are deplete
Perhaps, by chance, they’ll one day learn
Respect’s not taken, it must be earned
Right and wrong, will they discern?
I pray it happens so
But until that day, they’ll so confine
Themselves to torture, like doing time
For they won’t have, friendships to find
They’ll be no friends at all to show
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