Dear brother, I suggest you do not pass
Too near that mirrored oval glass;
I fear that you will see
An idiot with the brain the size of a flea,
With lying lips that spew forth hate;
The very thing that you berate.
To look upon the image shown
Would only make you loudly groan.
Projecting hate from one’s own core
Reflects back truth in mirror’s door.
With lies that crease like wrinkled skin,
Your face reflects the lies you spin.
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