The Impostor
A sham,he really is!
He is just a mirage,with acts,illusory.
Tiptoeing in thirst for fame.
He swindles the thoughts of many
and manipulates the notions of fellows.
He is an empty pack,
with no match sticks.
He is a fallow land,
with the regular weeds.
His talks are smooth like the fine wine,
But in the real sense cut the skin
like the blade of a grass.
He poses to be a nature's green hop,
But he's indeed a tassel.
Do you choose to be a sham?
The unreal man that fakes life
till his time of old.
Copyright © Adejumoke Adewuyi | Year Posted 2016
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