Imposter
Fake!! Fakers, are
the real of the nameless
with many id's,paper dolls
and rumored boy toys,
white-collard polo's
straddling Marlboro horses,
or maybe ushered in
like dream team Barbie
and holocaust Ken
Golden wheat field,
trade; for black water
God handed "here you go
Mother nature,"
into velvet rooms,
with tantric lust,
behold tight ****
and parched tips,
for fame of child
green changeling,
not of a summers dream
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