Much better than his sister
For she was rancid as acid
Folks around town called her bitter
Like spit on a fire, quite impossible
she was a wave of destruction
He invented lazy days and sunshine
Bold versus subdued. Ink versus intuition.
A bombastic coverlet, indeed superficial
A fairy tale, believable, yet fake
Quite magnanimous, of infinate proportions
Like a thief in the night takes the cake
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