How can I trust you when you flaunt your style?
Acting for fame, dancing for recognition.
A prostitute of the Arts; an opportunist at night.
Ready to slit someone's throat to get ahead.

Judgmental, emotional, and hypocritical; the muses would frown.
Martial would write an epigram; Ovid would create a sexual play.
Catullus wouldn't lust after you; you're not even in line with the slaves of Lesbia.
Listen for words pierce the soul; as the night is driven like the snow…

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