It’s not what you do when in plain view that matters.
It’s all what you do when you think you’re on your own.
Your script to the world can be the perfect patter
And matter less than any fart that’s flown.
If your actions and inactions speak contrary
To the pretty words on which you stake your name
No charm excuses selfish acts and chary
When by your tracks, a fraud treads just the same.
Tell me not what you’ve thought, or what you’ve wanted
Nor yet what you approve of or believe.
I’ve seen with my own eyes how well you’ve fronted
Now show the arm beneath that fetching sleeve.
If you cannot stand actions to your dares
Then save your words for someone else who cares.
Talk is Cheap by clue
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