Works For Me - Poem by Ima Ryma
A sociopath - yes I am.
I hear it's a brain thing that's why,
About you, I don't give a damn.
I'll manipulate, cheat and lie.
And if you dare get in my way,
I'll do whatever to make sure
That you're the one to have to pay.
That's how I am. There is no cure.
Like most people, I have to work.
That's where you may run into me.
If I deem you an added perk,
You'll get to know me painfully.
There is nothing that you can do.
If I want, I'm gonna get you.
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