Diminishing returns.

by Steven Beesley   Jul 29, 2005


Such twisted words with a forked tongue you say.
Diminishing others who stand in your way.
Extravagant attempts at self-elevation.
A hidden agenda is always at play.

Dignity and pure thought are kept at bay.
Diligence to character so sadly lacking.
Stagnation a home for you have made.
So much dexterity in deviant ways.

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