I look at you
I know you don't lie,
But what you show's untrue.
Captured in the classy frame
Shades of faces begging for fame,
Masks unmasked, in a win-lose game.
To be the fairest of them all
My zeal to kill with skill,
Let them go to hell,
Let them fall, ruined
And crushed in the glasshouse,
Forever forgotten, perpetually small.
Who's the wisest of them
All? All of a sudden
If I'd change my question,
The jobless glass will screech in shame
For it's not designed
To peek within at all
The glasshouse will stand
Like a useless wall.
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