He is neither this or that or here nor there
His best intentions are for himself
And if convenient for someone else
His opinions move to extremes in one blink of an eye
His mood swings upon the metronome
In presto or allegro
He’s a man of thoughtless manners
And of a fragile ego
His home is with the easily deceived
Of the hopelessly manipulated
He concerns himself with how he is seen By the pulsing world at large
He maintains the ordinary to cover his tracks
And carefully constructed lies
And for a challenge and stimulation
He sees an opposite in someone just like me
It would be true to say I’m not
A good enough grade of stupid
Not good at all and too good for him
For I see and point out the darkness
He carefully wraps within
All the while uncovering the treasure
Of the glimmers hidden in.
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