The Line of Least Resistance

Prevaricator

There is no substance into your soul save pretense

And disrespect

Obscene exposure

You trick your peers into sympathy

Using counterfeit emotionst



You believe no one can see through your disguise

Yet you make me want to turn my back

On your pathetic treachery



Always choosing the easiest path

You seek to prevail with no sacrifice

Ready to walk over everyone

You reek of conceit and sickening pride



Pretentious fraudster

You deem yourself worthy of reverence, 

Ever craving to be praised



You strive to deny your foolishness

Through delusions of great achievement

Trying to decrease your misery

With blazing lies and random masquerades