Who never quite straightens his tie
Meaningless words expel from his mouth
While he watches your insides die
He will sell you his line of worthless goods
With line after line of smark cracks
His story is good-he's rehearsed it enough
Making up for the class that he lacks
He can be found at the gambling tables
Or in houses of ill repute
Although his concept of the world is warped
At his craft he is quite astute
Then in an instant he is gone as quickly
As when he first appeared
The man who talks out of both sides of his mouth
Amongst the crowds that jeered
~Moses~
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