.There's the image of a man
Who commands a high opinion
But he hides his hatred with a sheepish grin
And beside him flanking closely
Are the boisterous hollow masses
Who lap up whatever trickles in
This intercourse of nature,
This vulgar social pastime
Reflects the low.
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