And what is your alternate persona,
Dear stranger?
Closet junkie,
Losing gambler,
Crooked stock Trader?
Big talker, big talker
Just how great you are
How you’ve mastered your life
How all’s up to par
Portraying perfection all day through,
Not showing signs
Of what’s really you
Closet shoved closed
With Armani clothes,
Draping over
Those skeletal bones
Big talker, big talker
Just how rich you are
How you’ve mastered your life
How you’ve come so damn far
Pretend you have friends
And think that it’s true
Till Saturday comes,
You’ve got nothing to do
Alternate persona is that who you are?
Alone,
By yourself,
At the end of a bar?
Waiting for someone
To sit down beside,
Once again spew your greatness
In stories and lies
Love IT !
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I’m on your alley with this one 😉 Thanks!
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I’d never wear Armani Baby. Ever. Not my style.
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The raw style of poem is what I meant lol!!!!
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Muah. I know. Just teasing u. Xo. I hope u’ll come back to my new work. I’d love ur take
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I will!!!!!!! I’ve been hit and run, dribby and drabs online lately. I’ll be there 🙂
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WOW, Fabulous.
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🙂
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