They asked me over to their gathering
and called it playfully 'A bunch of people'
But no one else was there except this guy
Who keeps repeating what you say
Then, later, came the fraud and had his first appearance
When, straight away, the waitress brought a glas
He zipped the wine and nodded into it
One of his most peculiar basic habits
And suddenly he threw a first few nuggets
Right on the table with my salad
Then took a run-up, dumping, flowing, spilling,
Pouring all his wisdom over us
And there it stays, not fit for any other use
Adored by some, a minute, maybe longer
Before it fades together with his grin
Revealing what he is, and where we are
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