Fine Gentlemen
out side we are
unified and alright men
we were evenly seen
as if we're real gents
some people thought
we're very fine gentlemen
our food is backbite
lies is our greatest bond
to gain recognized
or strive for promotion
we destroy our confidants
and shatter our own pride
we step on our toes
while we keep recording setbacks
we're wolves in sheep clothing
the fragrance of truth render us
helpless
no one believes
even if we talk in earnest
stop the lies
if you need dress
don't digress
you'll only regret.
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