Fake

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Sometimes your
saccharine
susurrations
scream at me

like nails
lacerating chalkboards.
Loud laudations
lyophilize in my veins.

I will not
intone false
idolatry -
idealizations

that fall
thickly from my
tongue to
tickle your fancy.

I will be the
iconoclast who shatters the
idyllic idiocy of those
inured to false flattery.

Adulations of
ass kissers grind
abhorrent in my bones;
aberration, I may be,

but I'll never be a
boot-licking lickspittle
bowing down to jump onto the
bandwagon.

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