My Little Phony

“My Little Phony” By The Punk Poet Detectives

Faker then a politician,
Falser then a smile
Breath like halitosis
I run a bloody mile.
fantastic as molten plastic
artificial as Jordan's tits
superficial as a wedding day
your words give me the shits.

You're a wolf in sheep's clothing
You're a trap door to hell
A jaffa in a sperm bank
A colostomy bag in a gale
Muddying the waters
Shit spreading's your game
Just a leach of lust
A tick with no brain.

I name you "my little phony"
when you Pretend to be my friend
your like a useless e-mail
That deleted and wouldn’t send.
your like a eerie shadow
etched upon my wall
except shadows don't play mind games
and set me up to take a fall,
your are the end of day's
your touch like a plague of ants
your like a congealed cum stain
on a otherwise clean pair of pants,

You treat me
Like the runt of the litter
You're a shit day
that just keeps getting shitter
You divide opinion
Every day's a fuss
You shop on credit
At backstabbers R us
Your days are numbered
My pedigree chum
So slither back home
With your brown stained tongue.