Face the truth and twist away
What I do against what I say
Life imagined better stilled
A harbor of lies; a need to build
Stand; behold this hideous facade
A worn, weary head to nod
Fiction abounds thru strange joys
Fall for all my father’s ploys
Led astray by a reality show
Within false light, the ebb and flow
All I have is none of me
Relax and watch stop-gap TV
Anon's Record 