The more that you speak, the more you let on
That you don’t know a fucking thing.
Try to walk that walk
And live that life,
But don’t expect a second glance from me.
Step back.
Take a step back.
I don’t have time for this.
You’re a fucking fraud and I don’t give a shit.
You’ve got too much to say
And too much to prove.
I can see the peer pressure weighing down on you.
Shake the right hands and grease the right palms.
I’m sure you’ll do fine around here.
Stick out that chin and puff up that chest.
Hey asshole,
I’m not fucking impressed.
I see you scan the room for approval
With every move that you make.
So fucking weak.
You’ve got no self respect.
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