The reluctance in your eyes I see in thee.
We cant pretend we're not a pack
of misers living in the same name.
Of all people we are the greatest
yet we treat ourselves badly lest
we come over as too fake.
We throw down thirty at a time,
a price that's worth every last dime.
On you, you and you but not you.
The question is posed but figured
we cant strike the answer too right.
Here's a thought I will write
We could be hypocrites.
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