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Cheeses Stunt Double
A sly Sunday smile
Shadows hide between
Words so soupy
Some starving sister surely sips
Yet this brother’s lips
Serves spanks
That can’t plant peace
Jerks that don’t move deep
Inside where soul resides
Pretending to care with flare
So fabulous to view
It’s like a silent movie
As he talks to you
He pretends to be
A big man with cheese
We all know and love him
This mama boy thief
Who could be king
If he’d only be
And stop fronting
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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