Machiavellian
You know that it’s true
You prey on the vulnerable
Yes, I’m talking about you

Ambiguity
Is your middle name
Causing people to misread things
Again and again

They may well be right
But you throw them off track
By blocking their conclusions
Saying it’s evidence they lack

The truth you deny them
You rant, rave and shout
Manipulate situations
Fill them with self-doubt

Intelligent people
You prefer most
But they’ll be the ones
To see you have nothing to boast

You have many techniques
To fool us all
You think you’re infallible
But it’s you who will fall

Machiavellian
I know that you’re weak
Keep up your ways
Your future looks bleak

Machiavellian
That is your name
But what do you care?
To you, it’s only a game

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