As I stand there on the perfect glass plate
people are writing on their clipboards
trying to see my fate
But I dont let them because I'm covered in
the most beautiful bubblegum flowers
that are resting on the most giggly green grass
that's getting fed by the shining yellow sun
that's reflecting on the most radiant red car
that's driving on the most lilac road
But what they don't know is beneath all this fondant hides
the most crumbly cake
that falls through the prison bars of their fork
and can't stay straight on the sturdiest of plates
that's as dry as sand on a beach
But more like dirt
because it spreads and passes on the dryness
to whoever tastes it
But as the people with clipboards leave
they don't leave a mark
like they did to the others
All they leave behind is a
blue ribbon
They've fallen for my trick
like everyone else
Even though I am filled with colors
They are all artificial
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