Fake Friends

In this world of fake things Where nothing is real Nothing is authentic And the market rules us all There is no room For real friendship We are all using each other To get ahead So we pretend to be friends All the time Plotting against our so called friends To get ahead The market rewards the most vicious Sociopathic values rule the market Friendship is for wimps And losers Those winners end up Alone all alone For they have no real friends But boy do they have real enemies For in this fake world of ours Perhaps hate is the one real emotion That has survived