Charlatan


Charlatan, have you no dignity?
Swathed in robes that will never fit
No matter how much you'll grow
Or prosper.

Charlatan, you should be ashamed!
Walking on carpets that you'll only soil
No matter how immaculate your shoes
Or feats.

Charlatan, bow down-- embarrassed!
Speaking in tongues that you'll never understand
No matter how many books you read
Or write.

Charlatan, where is your decency?
Carrying accolades that you could never earn
No matter how hard you sweat
Or labor.

Charlatan, where comes the nerve?
Giving out advice that you'll never follow
No matter how well it looks
Or sounds.

Charlatan, who're you trying to fool?
Brimming with talent that you'll only waste
No matter what you'll ever discover
Or claim.


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