A fake poet talking to himself while writing his (C.V)
You are once,
Twice,
Fifty times,
A fake!
You are a decomposed
fusty cheesecake,
Frowzy French fries
dispelled all over it!
And the rancid
brown maple syrup
looks and smells like(sh..)
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