The Pretence Of Him Poem by Timothy Parkes
The Pretence Of Him
The Pretence of HIM,
In his wicked old ways,
He saved nobody's day,
The confuser of friends,
He's a means to an end,
For a fool cannot be cured,
By a fool who is bored.
Sychophantic mallevolent flawed,
the man should be ignored,
Hyporcratic, amused, abhorred,
The socialite gaffawed
His barriers are his own,
His cover has been blown.
This is the pretense of him
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