Plagiarizers of love
How sick and vile
You must feel
Going on about nothing
As if it was real
Fictional deviants
How must you keep on?
Keeping them all fooled
Your verses become scrolled curses
And your heart becomes skewed
Oh, Satisfy them all
How dearly they need their fix
Attention costs a might toll
Whore yourself for the thrill
Eyes are meant to deceive
A blockade hiding empty hearts
Souls programmed to promote sleaze
Deemed marionettes
For the puppeteers never ending embark
Oh, I cannot live in these times
So please something, Someone take me away
To another world. Another realm
Or even to an early grave
At least I shall finally
Rest in peace
And these words non fictional
In this fictitious world
Metaphorically dead
Now that is living!
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
1/6/10
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