There are 3 parts in an average man
Which I shall reveal – listen if you can
The first is the being he regards himself as
And is often misleading for all would say ‘class’
Even if he’s stupid, he makes pretence
And on being accused, never puts down his fences
This is not the true type for this as you know
Is an exaggeration – an adding up of more
For man flatters himself with the thought
That he possesses the virtues, by all others, sought
Never will he admit he’s a common man
And is only of the ‘just average’ brand
The second is the man the others take him for
Neither is he like the first, no, never, nor
Is he true for men are apt only to see
The qualities that outside our true selves be
Some are plain false, and some are quite true
Though no man gets the respect that is to him due
So the second is a mixture of exaggeration and lies
It, the first part, with the third one, ties
The second’s a mere front that is put on
So do beware, for here I am, to warn
The third, let me tell, is the person you should know
For he’s the real man, the ‘being’ you should know
He’s the man with his virtues and vices
The one who’s really there to play all the dices
He hides behind the other two – a convenient mask
And in the light of their admiration, does, serenely bask
Now that I have told you, examine your heart
And see for yourself, truly the art
By which it divides you into three
And then you can yourself, in many lights, see.