The Line of Least Resistance

Prevaricator There is no substance into your soul save pretense And disrespect Obscene exposure You trick your peers into sympathy Using counterfeit emotionst You believe no one can see through your disguise Yet you make me want to turn my back On your pathetic treachery Always choosing the easiest path You seek to prevail with no sacrifice Ready to walk over everyone You reek of conceit and sickening pride Pretentious fraudster You deem yourself worthy of reverence, Ever craving to be praised You strive to deny your foolishness Through delusions of great achievement Trying to decrease your misery With blazing lies and random masquerades