They wish for people to look up to them. Oddly I wonder what they would see. Surely nothing is there. Nothing but a poor reflection of you and me.
They talk about the world and anything they just heard.
They hope someone will learn from them. Nothing but a sad life of despair and desperation.
It's actually pathetic how benign they are.
You would think that they could see how embarrassing they are.
Then they would stop bothering other people.
They seem to think that they deserve something.
They don't have anything unless they steal it from someone else.
It's almost a joke in itself.
They are like a cheap tape recorder.
It's always the b side of a bad play back.
More like a cheap toy that winds up by a key or when you pull the tampon stick out of their ass , they can only say one of 3 obnoxious things.
In the worst robotic voice over.
And in the end
As the truth echoes
They are left standing while everything goes back to where it should.
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