They show you love,
Because of what you have,
They have passed you through a sieve,
To see how much you can give,
giving you a faint smile, but behind,
Are madly hunger souls and mind,
They blow your arm with fame,
Only when you can unfold it for them,
Wait until your pockets are shattered,
No single praise onto you will be uttered,
Count not on them , they are liars,
They are rude insects, they are fliers,
They will suck you like a mosquito,
And disappear for good , so incognito,
They will all get detached from you,
When there is nothing you can do.
©highness11
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