Hard faces with cold eyes
shake my hand and tell me lies,
insincere and playing a game,
struggling even to remember my name.
Feigned compassion
and obvious dispassion.
Already looking for an angle
to get whatever they can wrangle,
soulless and without empathy
these parasites are all too plenty.
Amazing
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Bitter truth written so amazingly, so much in so little. Loved this hard hitting poem.
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Thank you
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