A poem about no one in particular.

Don't you know it's obvious to me.

I see through your insecurity.

Though you try to hide in your bluster.

I can see your Ideas lack of luster.

And when your pressed I know you'll double down.

But all your efforts just make you look the clown.

Digging digging, deeper in a hole.

As you attempt to get back some contro.l

And for a while you think you have them fooled.

But they all know your really just a tool.

Your just a poser, some may say a loser.
No dignity, cause beggers can't be choosers

You know tomorrow is another day.

Some noobs opinion you can try to sway.

And if you fail, that's really nothing new.

Just pray they don't discover the real you.