know the meaning well
senseless empty-headed groups
my heart swell
as I read the letter a redundant one
the writer speaks like a saint
bombastic and magniloquent in tone
has not the trace of sanity in faint
wields grand eloquence
speaks in his own way
spruced by words of irrelevance
a crook with a deceitful ways
he lives with greed always
right from food to inheritance
so is he in his language
his write regurgitates
his talk
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