You can Simonize your reputation all you want.

Lie, cheat, and steal.

You think you're so hot,

That it's no big deal.


To say that you are pathological.

May miss the point

You've even convinced yourself,

That you're some kind of Saint.


Behind all the honors and awards,

Where you've been lionized.

You can't escape your true self,

Showing through ... your lying eyes.


Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull



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