Genuinely Fake Rolex
My 'rolex oyster perpetual' stirred a collective,
smirking smile
back when I was just among the company's
rank-and-file.
They said it wasn't genuine, that I lost
in a swindler's deal;
but jewelers would swear that my dad's heirloom
to me was real.
I sold the oyster, made lucky investments,
became the boss;
for fun, I wear a cheap, ersatz rolex, but now
I'm at a loss:
Why, in hallways or in boardrooms, it's my fake watch
that they watch
with envy, with fascination like its'
a fabulous catch!
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