Hi, Phony,
Still starring in your hit drama daily?
What is it now—season five? Episode eighty?
Must be exhausting pretending so bravely.
Hi, Phony,
How’s the glam? Still posing so vainly?
Is this the scene where you steal so plainly?
Your script is tired, performed so insanely.
Hi, Phony,
Tears on cue? You cry so fakely.
No spine, no clue—you crawl so shapely.
A hollow life, broadcast so cheaply.