24 June 2012
Sad that your Sense of self-worth, Self-esteem, Is so pathetically low, That you steal The words and ideas Of those with real talent And try to deceive us.
Again you've been caught, Clearly no regret, remorse For your crimes, And you are still stringing Your minion along For the ride, Playing games with His fractured mind.
Hear this, phony wordsmith, Mistress, You've burned all your bridges, Those who were willing to forgive, forget, Those of us with no vendetta, Now know better. So please, do yourself a favour, Retain some dignity And leave, forever.
Phony • Opuss № I