Of my image Of myself My vanity is As vain as A peacock Yes you got it right I fool others By crying Crocodile tears And weaving All canards And white lies. Bhakts are idiots They lap all this What's my fault If idiocy they need. Hey Writos!🦚 Collab on our #wsicaretoomuch prompt and add your caring thoughts to it. Font:- Kaushan Script Size:- 12 #wrscribblezone