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The Faker

Khalid Mukhtar · September 3, 2017 ·

Stroke your chin, touch your nose
Rub your forehead in repose
Doesn’t matter that there’s nothing on your mind
Let them see how you “think”
Even sighing as you blink
You may also shake your head from time to time

If it needs more gravitas
Stand the hell up, show some class
Clasp your hands behind your back and pace about
Say it helps you ruminate
Then adopt a painful gait
(Nothing like the need to pace despite the gout)

Fake it dead or alive
All the way from nine to five
Let your guard down for a second and you die
You’re the actor no one knows
Oscar-worthy for the shows
That you put up as you live the greatest lie

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