tracing back to the exact moment when
clothed in cobwebs that shone like gold
you stepped out
in your metal tips boots with a stiletto heel
and spruiked your special brand of *******
demanding fidelity or risk holy coercion

that moment, that was it
the genesis
of fake

tongue dripping with honied venom
in hand your resume, a history spattered with muck
hidden in the fine print and finished with a high legal gloss
and they fell at your feet
dulled by the cloy of perfume
used to cover up the rot

that moment, that was it
the genesis
of fake


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