Fake

Fake fake fake
Like the bond whig
You like to wear,
Wanting to look like Maryline Monroe
As she sings ''Happy Birthday Mister President''.

Fake
Like all your Made in China
Louis Vuittons, Pradas
And all the Bling Bling Bling fake jewelry.

Fake
As your terribly long and blood-red nails
As if you want to scratch the living daylight
Out of somebody.

Fake Fake Fake
But one of these days Reality will hit you in the face
And then you will either wake up
Or go away and die alone and in utter Misery.