From poster boys to imposters

The record of our rise and fall

From heroes to zeros

The hackneyed anthem resounds our collective downfall

From old men to our youngsters

We are unified in our way of life

This we know; thus, we shout

This we know; thus, we shout

For Self’s apotheosis starts the journey

And rest, visits only on Schadenfreude’s gurney

Who are we?!

We are skilled actors worthy of the stages of Broadway

Nevertheless, we act on the grandest of them all

Our theatre is the theatre of everyday life

We are dissidents formed in the womb of self-importance

We pride ourselves above all else

We are liars, barefaced liars

We lie to others for the sustenance of our amour propre

We are liars, blinded liars

We lie even to ourselves to hide from reality

We live enamoured by vice yet as its indifferent paramour

We are virtue-signalling fiends

We mislead under the guise of good deeds

We are truth-mongers of falsehoods

We are pervaders of the philosophy and propaganda of duplicity

What do we want?!

We hunger rapaciously for your approval

Like rabid dogs and feral cats

We are convincingly experienced in obtaining it

No mountain is too high to climb for the nectar of validation

No trench is deep enough to descend for the beckoning sell

Our moral failings are the emblems of our act

Deceits of the heart remain the gateway to searing our conscience

The jig is to maintain the optics

To us, It is the breath of life

The performance matters more to us than the peace of our own souls

We tell you

No lies are being told

We sing along to the tune

“Our shit don’t stink”

Straight from Chicanery’s basin into Innocenti’s mould

Yet our fingers remain crossed behind our backs

The whole time we jinx with a knowing wink

There’s the trick

You miss it anytime you blink

Study every slick-kin, they move with a slink

Shake the palm, mouth the Shibboleth

It is our call sign, a sling with our ink

We know who we are

We know what we want

We are everywhere in every place

You may be one of us

You just don’t know it yet

From poster boys to imposters

The record of our rise and fall

From heroes to zeros

The hackneyed anthem resounds our collective downfall

From old men to our youngsters

We are unified in our way of life

This we know; thus, we shout

This we know; thus, we shout

For Self’s apotheosis starts the journey

And rest visits only on Schadenfreude’s gurney

This is the hypocrite’s creed

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