Dross
All that glistens is not gold,
Of that, you can be sure
The wedding ring I'm wearing
Does it have a gold mark?
I don't know anymore.
Fake is the in word
We now ask, what is real?
Real looks wrong
Fake looks right
It has a look and feel
Of real
Sadly it isn't
Natural is hard to find
It isn't natural
Fake is not kind,
It is all pretence
That muddles up your mind.
Water tastes like water,
It is not champagne
Although fake champagne,
It can taste like water
In this phony name game.
Faux fur was: I think,
A fake that I understand
I disagree with animal slaughter
For the benefit of man
My skin belongs to me
It is genuine, real
I don't need another skin
From an animal kill.
Fake has a funny taste to me
I find comfort in authenticity
It makes my heart ache
And brings tears to my eyes
When I can't see the reality
That the fakeness hides.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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