The twisted symmetry of your two faced lies.
We follow your lies like little lost lambs, swallowing broken promises to further your career. You promise the earth and deliver disappointment. Changing your mind like the wind. Your twisted grinning, gurning face contorted in an attempt to win our favor, like the smiling assassin of morality and decency. The only promise you keep is to yourself and the relentless quest to climb the greasy pole.