you hate jerks

they poke holes in all your abilis


they point to your ass

as you walk up the stairs


they stare at you

while you cry over all that slipped away


while you were so busy finagling

to keep it


you with your tight-assed mantras

of self-justification


you with your airs thick as swarms

of gnats over fallen fruit


you should beware of jerks

they tell the truth...



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