Many who pretend to live,
Are easily offended.
Everything they do,
They believe should be approved.
As if they lived in Vegas!
With each bogus performance done,
A remake of a fake.
How am I to feel from you,
What is real.
If you don't?
And...
You are right!
I don't know who you are.
And...
Guess what?
That makes the both of us,
Equally confused...
About you.
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