Fakes Poems - Poems about Fakes

AI GUY Though I write from my app, not my impassioned soul I'm praised and lauded as I play a poet's role Don't tell me I lie I'm just an AI Guy Subterfuge is my game and a trophy my goal!...

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She updated her picture on Facebook today Smilling by flowers, nothing to get in her way On seeing the picture I just couldn't hate The person she is, though she's made me this way I noticed that she had put on weight I'm skinner then her now a fact she will hate! She's always been superficial about looks Its clear...

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His expensive watches were fakes That he passed off on his dates Got busted by one Who realized what he’d done He tried to sucker the wrong mate ...

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What is this, what is that, who is this? There are words that we don't repeat twice Especially when we omit the little cedilla Please, my country is an island, a peninsula A very pretty country swimming in many seas It is a sovereign, resilient, proud and free country Despite the sufferings and the bitter genepis My country is not a...

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Fake people! The Saddest of all Selfish, Greedy, Tall & Small, Ruthless beings, Cold eyes They swarm around like flies Always around when you've got cash to throw Run for their lives when you don't! Interesting to know The other side of the coin is sheer gold Genuine people you can laugh with til you're old They'll always be there for you no...

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Art fakes are declared as old until they are sold. Volodymyr Knyr 2017...

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I hate to see you around, Talking, making that sound, "Morning, you bound?" Glad, morning from me found. I hate you on that ground, Standing *****y, so profound, Talking, making some joke, Jokes that make me sound, If only a punch for every word you spoke. I hate that I heard them say, You are my...

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why would realistic politicians hire someone to fake reality no more fakes on stage we want real peolple with real answers to problems...

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In the distance we hear the band play on' In many parts to the unknown, It all goes to show, For it isn't what you may know, Rather it's in who you blow... Look out at our vast public window' What hurts you the most ? In Iraq will ever be an end ? To this costly unexplained death toll' Send the troops home...

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