Manipulator

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Manipulator


In the crowd of plebeian, there hides a man
A beguiler, he is vicious and of dark tan
A priggish by nature & purposefully polemic
Rhapsodic in his obloquy, touting his academic

He relentlessly feeds on your thoughts
Absorbing them, making them his own
Probing you with his self made syllogism
And then effortlessly using his dysphemism

He is sly, like a jackal waiting for its turn
He lives by your side and makes you churn
He waits for you to think and choose
Then without any rue, he lets his idea loose

He makes a place for himself in your mind
He influences your life, and your every move
Until your thoughts are under his reign
Your idiosyncrasy goes for a wane

His materialistic views and his needs
In your mind they start growing like weeds
His desire to be cynosure is carefully disguised
In his attempts of being erudite that is often reprised

His ignominious acts are carefully concealed
He prowls around finding others faults
Then he applies his logic made for his own benefit
You are cozened, your own idea you forfeit

He can make others think you are rapscallion
He can demean you publicly million times
He faces no opposition, he can shun anyone
He feels he is virtuoso, better than everyone

The timid fear his presence & hate his absence
He is a pest and he savors being a nuisance
Lured by a coquette, around her he dallies
His innocence is a subterfuge; he is blind to his own follies

Don’t let him close, stay away
Once near, his gravity will make you sway
There is no cure for him, none for the affected
He is just a result of being rejected

                                                                ~Surya
                              













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