Posh Pretense

If I stripped you of your garments And gave you my rags to wear Would you feel the fear and anguish Of thinking I care If I took away your high position And brought you to my estate Would you believe that I think You are no longer an educated great If a storm blew down your house And leveled the playing field Would you think I uttered a prayer That held the sickle to wield ....such destruction If I took away your friends And left you with empty connection Would you think I am the reason For such unanimous rejection If I left you bare, naked and hungry On the street to live or die Would you choose to believe That LOVE would never cry ....a single tear What you don't know, is that I am, Already at the place you still fear The only difference is that POSH PRETENSE Pushed me away, when LOVE drew me near Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-02-2018