Profiled Poem by Phil Soar

I wrote my own profile that made me look good
Perhaps I should change it, I think that I should
Someone will see through me, as it's all a fake
You can fool anybody, but the truth's like a cake

All soft on the inside and crisp on the top
Once you start with the filling, you just cannot stop
When you think about icing, your senses excite
You loved how it looked, but now you're in a fight

A fight for reality, as you have just lied
Your profile inaccurate and affecting your pride
And the people who think you're a pretty good case
Will find out your profile's all over the place