Spotting a Fraud

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Spotting a Fraud
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In a room full of people,

faces gleam the ideal calamity;

And across the way,

an appealing woman nods at

the alcohol that makes me a sleaze.

In a view full of money,

hands urge on the gaudy unity;

And behind my back,

stands the artisan that deceives

and likes to lie in infinity.

In a concept of my mind,

a boggling thought of a marriage between Heaven and Hell;

And under the bar,

the worm smells the witch's crimson spells.

In a room full of people,

faces are dim but hers makes the crude mind dwell;

And across the way,

she nods while I am a fabled victim.

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Bazooka Teaches
Bazooka Teaches
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