Don t you see?

Don’t you see?
The party is over.
I don’t need your plea,
‘Cause on my life plate
You are a leftover.
Not even a meal.

Your speech isn’t tax-free,
Oh, you would like to plea?
Wait, let me count to three 
One star, two stars, three.
Is it enough…
To let me see
Your secret motives
And monsters beneath.


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