I have no tolerance for lies
My pet peeve
I watch as you twist conversation
To make a tight weave
You seem to think nothing can get through
But the holes and the gaps
If only you knew
You seem to think
You're intellectually inclined
But from everyone else's point of view
It's only in your mind
As incompetent as you feel we are
It's really a shame
You're digging your own grave
At the end of your game.