When impertinence and insolence shoot up
In my baloney base
Bereft of intelligence in the map
Promoting puny pride, distress dances on the face
That eats up the status
Pontification from my pesky pride stresses
In the wake of the hiatus
I paint and vent on subnormal surfaces
Where I ought to balance the lack
Of tact tenets I tender
In order to knead the knack
Ill manners supply to a venomous vendor
Misguiding and misleading the attitude
Saluting and supporting petulance sanity can't stand
In the way to clients I vent a haughty habitude
They resent cos it bruises the benevolence brand
I take for granted
Clinging in my mind to a fantasy phantom
I worship, decorating it ranted
When I entrust my future to torrid Tom
Who though accommodated augments the arrogance
That unnerves clients and colleagues
Whom I annoy with the distance I advance
In defeated and deflated listless leagues
Which tolerance loathes
When I draw satisfaction from my boast
Believing it yields support swathes
Until a cross cannibalizes my comfort coast.
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