Dear Fake B*tch,
You try to enter my life as a poetic prophet
With your lies you craft sonnet after sonnet.
But reality strikes like a cosmic comet
& now it’s ironic how your every word makes me vomit.
You flirt with your every false sugarcoated phrase
You try to deceive me with your manipulate ways.
But I’ll strike you so hard like a tsunami wave
That even Casanova shall weep in his grave.
For I can see you lie through your teeth
I can feel your artificialness as you breathe.
I can hear the hollowness of the words you speak
& now the future of your falsehood seems bleak.
Behind your plastic smile, you hide your hate
With few likes on Instagram, you think you are great.
But mate, this misconception you need to decimate
For you’re more obnoxious than a pervert who loves to masturbate
On many innocent souls, you may have thrown darts
& with your pretense, you may have played with many hearts.
But I’m a savage psychopath possessing poetic arts
& my pen’s got more fire than your pathetic private parts.
Hope my words imprint on you like an impaling tattoo
& remember as long as the oceans are blue.
I’d always prefer to be a lone wolf, who is true
Rather than be a fake b*tch like you.
Note: First let me clear this up, this poem ain’t targeting any gender in particular but instead it intends to disgrace the mentality of being fake. Comedy has never been my forte by any sense of imagination, but based on high demand for something humorous on my Instagram. I tried to explore a savage side of myself as I intended to lyrically roast the fake people that are there in the modern-day society. Please like, comment and subscribe to my blog! I would love to know what you think about this poem or if you ever had an encounter with a fake person in your life.
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