You tell what you are 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 dollar
and dime.

You tell what you are by the
things you wear,
By the spirit in which your
burdens bear,
By the kind of things at which
you laugh,
By records you play on the phonograph.

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
bear defeat,
By so simple a thing as how
you eat.

By the books you choose from
the well-filled shelf;
In these ways and more, you tell
on yourself,
So there’s really no particle
of sense
In an effort to keep up
false pretense.