You tell on yourself by the friends you seek,
By the very manner in which you speak,
By the way you employ your leisure time,
By the use you make of a dollar and dime.
You tell on yourself by the things you wear,
By the spirit in which your burdens you bear,
By the jokes at which you laugh with glee,
By the CD’s you play and what you see on TV.
You tell what you are by the way you walk,
By the things of which you delight to talk,
By the manner in which you can bear defeat,
By so simple a thing as how you eat.
By the books you choose from the library shelf,
By these things and more, you tell on yourself,
So you see there’s really no particle of sense,
In an effort to keep false pretense.