Nothing but hot air spews from you,
Putridly my way —
Never being kind or considerate,
Or having anything nice to say

You tell the tallest tales,
Trying to pass them off as gospel —
Just like a wolf in sheep's clothing,
Before turning hostile

Your forked, silver tongue
Is skilled at issuing deceit —
While you fake gasped cries,
Acting deceptively sweet

But I'm on to you,
And always have been...
So I just roll my eyes,
And close my ears to your sin

I no longer hear you —
You fool no one.
'Cause we are all done...
Listening to your bullshit.