11/28/2016
Strip that smirk right off your face.
"Don't judge your judgment," you teach.
My deep-set propensities you vow to replace;
Omniscient—from on high you preach.
Share with me the secrets of life!
I pray my ignorance you'll quell.
You know me deeper than the edge of this knife,
And you claim to wear
the same burns I bare:
Sewn to this mantle, I earned in Hell.
Presumption is a color that suits you well.