Expectations weigh me down
Turn my smile upside down
Make me frown
Make me feel like an underpaid butler
Like a jester or a clown
Obligatory things
Clip my wings
Overlook my value
Break my trust
Cutter me with rust
Feel like fuss
Flattery wears out quick
Insults me
Makes me sick
I hate phony
As much as catsup on baloney
I see right through it
Don't do it
Sarcasm
Is in my protoplasm
like a vast chasm
like a reactive spasm
If you put it on me
I'll throw it back on you
You won't like it
I'm at heart
a mellow fellow
Easygoing
Quiet
Observing
Fun Loving
Laid back
Deep
High boiling point
Full of life and desire
Tolerant
Genuine
Fair
but if you cross me
obnoxiously
self-servingly
falsely
disingeneously:
You'll feel my FIRE!
Because for things false
or hypocritical
I have ZERO desire.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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