(aac) What A Pity Poem by Edwin Alba Empestan

You braggart, fool and haughty one
You're full of wisdom that you feel you're great
But no! you are not, as no one knows you
You are nothing but a self conceited copy cat

Be brave to accept that you are a weakling
Sustaining to pester people around you
Who patiently tolerating your idiocy only for now
You're nothing but an accidental professional

Imbibe the money of the company paying you
And you pretending to be a decent man
But lo! what a pity inside you is a country Mao
With so many things you don't know an ignorant at that

You are a glib talker inventing weirdness of things
Pretending always to be on top of the situation
But in the final analysis you are nothing but a wimp
Pretending that life is so good with you now

Pity you at night you are having a nightmare
That someday life may change with you
Unguarded moments you are not what you are
Your colleagues are laughing at your back

Here comes the great pretender the great fool
Who once learned how to read the abc
Now feels himself a very educated man?
Pity him with his trying hard urbane look

But be careful as he has that insatiable desire to make you sick
What you have saved for your family because
He thinks he can save you with his litanies
Pity you! to come to his clout, you won't survive

He is a piranha that will consume you to the bone
But you can do nothing because he knows his abc
He knows how to play with words the perverted way
He is the true leech blood taking-up fool

Someday his doom will come
There will be true humane one that will stand his way
Against this rotten fool and only one plaque
He will succumbed to his painful death

And gone no more, a fool who thinks he's wise
A pervert no more to emaciate common people
A husband no more who thinks he's good
A professional no more who thinks he's great

He is nothing but a pity accidental pretender
He is nothing but have shallow knowledge of things
He is a clown that can act and fool anybody
He has ways but is not our ways. What a pity!