It Is Probably Only a Fake
IT’S PROBABLY A MOTHER F*****G FAKE
Ain’t a god damned mother f*****g thing
No glittering and glistening diamond ring
No woman on my arm to make me feel a man
With no method, no madness and without any plan
No parties at the Plaza to mingle about the regal
No genuine gems to give unto my glory and legal
No bribe would make me say otherwise
Because everything I say would all be lies
Yes ladies and gentlemen look out at the sky
There’s writing a thousand feet high
It reads “all about is beauty and beatitude,
And no one ever gets arrogant and no one becomes rude
But when reality beckons and everything has wasted away
What will you opine about the hidden man and what he has to say
Welcome to a place wherein a madman is pulling every string
And no, to me among the beauteous and bounty I still hate everything
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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