Fabricated Enthusiasm
The stage is high above us
Beneath a puppet smile
That struts above a heart beat
In fabricated style.
We watch with xray insight
With a wicked sense of woe
Hoping for a falter
To break a fabricated glow.
The voice drips sickly syrup
In concentrated sweet
That drowns the place in sugar
In fabricated sweep.
It's all a crazy cover up
All an awful act
A shallow fabrication
And that's the charming fact.
Joy Weare,
3rd June, 2010.
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