through the door it slithers in
accompanied by its peers. always groveling for attention
while no one really gives. in its mind it's full of wit
and quite the social king. it plants itself among the rest
who give it deadly state. it's just a matter of opinion
further now theres a man of taste. of talent and precision. to work and strive his years are fogged
has been his life's compensation. the stage is set. the perfect show
is put before the mass. only to be ridiculed
pompous snake. it's just a matter of opinion.