He laughs in words sorely
Your expense at his entertainment
Watching him think you the clever child constructs
His words, using up new sentence struts
Behind you his slow grinning sly
Wisdom the nerve hits in eye
Brave no but that he disappear
Behind thin branded lives
Doubt each pseudo tear
If hyenas had a laugh would his be louder
Rude to stand the day long he slays words
Pens verse free in is it poetry church.
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