Say, everything you feel, you fear, you conceal,
And I say whatever I feel, of mine and of yours,
A stark disparity between us two.
Saintly you are and I am the worst sinner!
How can we two, then go all along?
A faceache you are, or the most gorgeous you look,
A façade doesn’t implicate what you really are.
Sycophant I am not nor ever will be,
If you can’t bear with me, don’t bear antipathy.
Farewell my friend, and welcome to your apathy.
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