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Glorified imposition;

you're an imitation of my carefully trodden footsteps, 

retraced like a forgery of handmade efforts.

peeling back pages of guestbooks,

analysing the penmanship in margins

re-dialing the numbers with no caller ID; 

"who are you?" Do YOU even know the answer?

billboard emotion- advertised for a profit

put on display like china dolls on a mantelpiece

porcelain pure intentions 

corroded by a synthetically manufactured soul, 

under the guise of homage.

if your aim is playing pretend, consider bowing in front of scarlet curtains rather than my shoes.

(you've sure got the performativity down)

commence your rehearsals by ingesting your own larynx 

until improv becomes second nature over regurgitating scriptures

imitation is not to be mistaken for flattery.