Of Cynics and Hypocrites

And you sit there

On your cozy chair

With a loud mouth

And the small talk

To recognize and distinct

Yourself from the crowd

Comparing and biasing

Your merits with their demerits

Your virtues with their vices

Your perfection against their faults

And complacently happy

With your seemingly bright halo

In contrast

To their red horns.

But, little do you know

You, fool of a man,

It is our very reflections

We see in others

Especially when we pick the wrongs.

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