Our Life of Cheap Pretence
Our Life of Cheap pretense
We could watch through a lens
For its failures to yield us a half pence
Or deliver crisp commonsense;
One’s decided airs of pretense
A mere sitting on the fence,
As one feels not life as it is tense
Nor The Original Writer help his pens…
I’d start questioning the essence
Of A Talkative playing reticence
Of the-choking-with-diffidence
Enacting Mr. President’s confidence.
Every man to the nearest lens
For his rowed-like-a-boat pretense,
In glass and water mirrors
Picking all its unhelpful errors.
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