A poem about the Impostor

You throw at a man

A word, two, four more.

The man no longer believes

You're persistent, boy, too persistent.

How can you say

That you love me so much

When you've got a soul

There's nothing that's close to the one you love

Why on earth would you, liar?

You say you love me

If you're a human being

Two-faced as a ruble coin.

Why do you paw at me, bitch.

Like an annoying beast.

I won't give you my hand,

You're ready to sleep with anyone.

Ain't you fucked up

# You're lurking in every skirt

Yet you intended to

To get there somehow

How could you, you bastard

How can you be so noble

And so primitive,

And such a vulgar ugliness.

Shame on you, you bastard,

To write poetry.

When in your words

So many lies

You're playing with people

Like you're playing with capital

When you lose it you cry

And not with tears

Do you know, scumbag

What it was like

To get over a breakup

Of someone who loved you

And now you dream

♪ Of happiness in peace ♪

When you yourself are dying

When you yourself are dying

You're a lying bitch

You're a romantic dreamer

You're incapable of life

A hypocritical scoundrel.

Your life is a parable

♪ Of a pathetic freak ♪

Who's got a life

Narcissism from the nappies.

Who was responsible

That you grew up to be a freak

A hypocritical bastard,

With the face of a hussy

♪ Maybe sooner or later ♪

You'll realise it sooner or later

♪ You'll realise and you'll know ♪

# You're a bastard

Maybe then

You'll change, bitch.

Maybe then you'll be you

The real you.