Best Fakery Poems

You see them all the time,
the Stepford wife 
and her counterpart,
the bronzed over, buffed high sheen,
man bun walking in skinny jeans,
so tight they squeak...
HIPSTER as they pass on by. 

With a flower in the beard, 
the artisans musk hinting the air,
bees wax soap and a...

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Indeed you’re not him 
Yet the mentality is like you’re his twin 
I’m no longer trying to win 
I’ve suffered enough from within in his sin 
Tempting me to come in 

Indeed you’re not him
Yet your words are sharp 
As clear as David was playing...

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I can be a wretched fake, in private, intimate performance.

I’m an actress capable of imitating spontaneous pleasure -
by tricks of hesitation, convulsive vocal play and postures.

A mimicry undetectable to an immediate spectator.

Aww, thank you, I’ll sigh, as if leaving a good party.

“I’ve got a lot...

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