Hypocrite

Lips slickly frosted with wild blossom honey
breathing flows of frauds fragrantly flowered
with a soul as filthy as a murderer’s money
and a heart petty and resentful as a coward
how grand and glorious my self perception
so superior my thoughts and views
how refined and advanced my expression
standing pompous in my shoes
hypocrisy is evil’s proud and loving mother
ravenous glutton from hell
eating joy from each other
leaving only a shell