Do what I say.

I’ll have my way.

Hypocrisy at play.

Dance. Jump.

Pretend…high and mighty.

Look down from the gutter, denial’s home.

Lone while surrounded.

Hypocrisy in action.

Day to night. Day again.

Happens every way.

Pay for every reaction.

Loss of traction…hyprocrisy in destruct.

Instruct your self-destruct.

Never see it coming until there’s silence.

Lone. Not surrounded.

Grounded. Crash.

Hypocrisy smiles for the miles given–with a wink and a smirk.

Perks of the trade.

Souls hypocrisy raids.

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Submitted as part of Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 36

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