You
think they are real until someday you wake,
To find out indeed they’re really fake,
You know they are fake,
Never show up to bake,
Show up only to eat your cake,
Show up only to eat your cake,
They will claim your rights,
Bring you many blights,
Put out your lights,
Intentionally blur your sights,
Cherish your painful nights,
Cherish your painful nights,
Dwarf your possible lofty heights
You know they are fake,
It is always for their sake,
They greet you with a smile,
When they nurse your bile,
With Mephistophelian schemes beguile,
And before you go a mile,
You feel a forceful jab,
As they back stab,
And before you go a mile,
You feel a forceful jab,
As they back stab,
They are plastic,
Their morals very elastic,
Looking very monastic,
Meretriciously fantastic,
Bombastic,
And reality suddenly becomes wryly sarcastic.
Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary
