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Oct 11
The clone walks and enjoys such adulation,
Urban myths, falsehoods, lies, such fabrications
Knowledge is power make sure its transmogrification
Smears and stench is vital to put our clone in isolation
Defamation and slander in abundance not in moderation

The real man looks awestruck at this nefarious transformation
Sees truth murdered an honesty an decency held in strangulation
Humans have a greater propensity for lies, its has more fascination
Lower minds desires basic mental gratification not tedious education
They want no news bout joy an do-gooders, more about dis figuration

The white gangsters toned this a shake down for remuneration
pay up now or else your secret royal status is cause for our extortion
like this is the Wild East he replies, do your worst bring botheration
I ain't paying  Protection money to racketeers come do your ruination
I sit in truth, jobless, career ruined, wife-less, hounded an in isolation
Written by
Yenson  M/London
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