“BIG FAKE” a poem for FRIDAY, September 13, 2019
An insincere I LOVE YOU;
You’re a fake, FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE; You’re NEVER authentic or true.
“Well, OK, then What’s Next? if you can’t trust anything anyone does as really real?”
A BUNCH OF FAKE PEOPLE.
“You’re FAKES that’s just what I feel.
So, I will se-ques-ter MYSELF from Ya-all,
YOU BUNCH OF FAKES. Don’t EVER call,
On me EVER AGAIN; I don’t trust anyone any more.”
So, Mr. Pig Head locked and bolted the door.
“Come, Friend; don’t be so CURT;
Sure, I am sure we are all fakes, but what does it hurt
To MAKE A SHOW? Maybe, “fake it ’til you make it” is the only way to go.
COME ON, CRACK THE DOOR; I THINK I SEE A GRIN,
Forming on your ugly mug; come on, man, lay me a little skin.
Don’t be TOO HARSH on all us FAKERS.
We’re just faking, trying to get by,
A bunch of wanna-be CANDLE STICK MAKERS.”