The know it all's.

They shined,
their black shoes,
they were polished till they shined,
those dull black shoes.

They entered the multimillion dollar company,
their hair combed neatly behind,
their shoes shined,
they sharped themselves to this point.

They had the knowledge,
to others they wouldn't impart,
knowledge for the sake of sweet money,
where were their souls?
Where are their hearts?

Could distinguish one from another,
they were the same,
the same people for a different mother.

Perfected to a point,
too perfect,
they can't return,
they're gone,
they are the egoistic know it all's.

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