The Pinocchio Syndrome
She had a nose for sniffing out well-hid lies
from any boastful cyber Romeo,
who used Photoshop to mask their disguise
She'd get a twitch, a wiggle in her nose
when the words on the screen didn't seem quite right
Telling her there was something fishy about the prose
So she asked one such fake lover man,
what was his can't miss, can't resist pick-up line
He said, lady your ship has finally come to land
She said, it appears you carry quite a load in your cargo pants,
and you certainly talk with a pirate heart
But it's obvious that you're no Clark Gable or Cary Grant
You shoulda told me the truth when you had the chance
Nah, you're just a daddy long-legged liar,
because your pen got no rhythm and your words can't dance
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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