Fake and plastic.
Lifelike.
With touches of humanity.
Naturally duplicitous.
And a phonyness so incredible,
Who from coast to coast...
Would in public admit they could not love.
This is the kind of life to live,
That is envied throughout the Universe.
And the price to pay for it,
Is worth the soul one sells!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem