Walkin on Air

Mirror

What you expect is what I reflect:
illusion inverted to subdue reaction;
if only you knew the lies I spew,
embellished with meaningless empty protraction:
rhetoric, banter, polite innuendo
all comes together in senseless crescendo;
whatever you like I shall tell,
in fact you know it very well  
what you see and hear from yours truly,  
is but vanity earned quite unduly!


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