Capable

Explosive ego, reluctant to learn
Out of focus, ready to blame

A purchased face worn well
Sure to turn, ready to hurt

That sense of pride more of mockery

Save the excuse, you're capable

Well throught layers of words
Without a gram of sincerity
How can you possibly think it's anough?

Don't ever seek reward
In what's not accomplished
Showers of oaths don't make bodies of water

Has anything been done for the sake of it?

You took part, you let go

A disgrace to all to oneself
The bottom shelf

That way of life more of a lottery

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