The Promise Of Kalifonication Poem by Brad Kellum

Still born dreams spat from cinematic lies.
Pefected face through a famous smile.
Inspirational duplicity of a promised mile.
Twisting the morals of our innocence dailed.
Upon immorality's dias the fresh are compiled.
Reluctantly eager to blossom defiled.
Between the celluloid gems we're spun.
Through this deceitful web, led to blissfully run.
In the begining, it's all from and end games.
Nevertheless, as the ebbing tide washes away,
in the same it's all left to shame.