Sometimes we feel queer
Upon seeing another peer
Who does well an act
As we do... is a fact.

Our minds often make
Notions the eyes take
We say that a man lies
Did it ourselves... twice.

Our soul feels fear
What the ears hear
We tell a man is mad
By saying it... we are bad.

Do you not believe
That it takes a thief
To catch another
On the act?
Is a matter of fact!

Marvin Brato Sr

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