I can't stand your indecision,
The way you craft your words—
You hide behind skillfully crafted walls
Avoiding action, evading a stance...
You wear a mask to pretend you care
But only apathy springs from the seeds you sow.

I can't stand your hypocritical act,
The way your actions and words collide—
The lukewarm offspring of fire and ice
Illogically making decisions that cannot stand...
You tiptoe around the issue to hide your shame
But I'm not fooled by this minstrel show.