******* tastes foul in whatever sauce you serve it. If you crave fawning flattery - you deserve it. Oh no you don't! That line just worked to serve a rhyme; A lie to fit my needs like oily flattery's slime.
Such falsehoods bury, smother, squeeze us into shapes Of someone else's making; taking who we are And shaping us in more convenient lines To correspond with other people's ends; Or try to mould us into current marketing trends.