I was chuffed to bits
With all the games we used to play.
Then you looked so innocent,
but it's all gone pear shaped!
Harizmatic junk!
Melanholic punk!
Paranoid drunk,
Giving me no props no kudos!
Wo-ow!
You, razor tongue!
Who are you to fool me
With your synthetic love!
What? Lust?
Are you nuts?
1. Artificial lover!
2. Lover undercover
Screw you with your bluff!
No emotions,
No devotions
In your weary eyes
No illusions,
My conclusion
Comes as no surprise!
Non-empatic soul,
Tenderness to go..
Now you'd better go
Cheerio, my part-time lover!
D. A. Razor Tongue
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