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Icing on the Cake

Hypocrisy blankets the world
Like fondant on a cake.
Looking smooth and smelling sweet;
Kneaded and shaped by the
  Master Bakers' hand.
On Society,
They place it with care.

Pretty it appears.
Pastel colors, pretty flowers.
Pretty ribbons.
Pretty bows.
Added as confusion;
(Shh, nobody knows).

Open mouths gape wide,
And wide eyes stare.
Dazzled by the craftsmanship;
Marveling with awe, the sugary
    confection,
Eager to gobble the Masters' conception.

But it's a sheet of fat!
Masking the true desert.
A cake of wonders
So rich, so moist,
So full of surprise!

A splendor well hidden
By a dry, frosting crust;
Empty of flavor
It's like a thick layer of dust.

Now's the time, people - wake up!
Cut into the cake.
Cut through the illusions;
Expose the Masters' piece;
Show what's been hidden
    underneath.
cjflier
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