Criminality makes you mentally compulsive in the liars club.
Whereas standards are acclimated to dictate the norm.
The compulsive liar.
A case of prostituting your disposition to the world.
That hint of class for the privilege of being with you.
You can't plagiarize my style... you can't cheat my prestige... take away my fame.
Until I take you to my Gothic underground.
I am characterized by the famine you seek in me.
Because maybe just maybe liars are problematic poets just as sensitive with thoughts as with words.
No comments:
Post a Comment