The Writer
He hides his wisdom
beneath his thick glasses
He uses his pen
to say what he knows
He conceal himself
with his infamous words
of what he understands
nobody could comprehend
He barely speaks
For he stammers a lot
But he read so much
So he could tell
He has this blanket
To cover his frail body
Who could responds to facts
And withdraws data
His wicked wit
An envious one
He knows a lot
But possesses nothing
The curve of his eyebrows
He questions a lot
The eyes of this beast
Crushes your ignorance
His pathetic jaws
Displays no elegance
But the color of his lips
Could define your existence
He perceives a lot
but not himself
His eloquent tongue
could change your stand
His grotesque features
Is the uncertainty of his integrity
For people believe
The superficial reality
He looks dumb
And you act smart
You laugh at him
He doesn't mind
You see yourself
As the face of success
He shrugged his shoulder
As he creates you #
Copyright © Scunder Dicychael | Year Posted 2013
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