One up

Who am I?
Well, who are you?
and who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do?
I’m the one that gets to chose.
How can I lose.

In my game I can’t.

What are you worth to me?

Your blind perspective is cheap and
obscured by your own desires
Gluttonous glory gilded smiles
Opinions given away like flyers
Selling wisdom that isn’t even yours
Cold call ring ring

And so it transpires…

Who are you?

No one to me.

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