Fake Mediocre Love

Paradox thy creat’d
in the morning’s shine
Thy glumsy glitterous love
Thine deadly dangerous wine

Aye Mediocracy what chime thy worn
Hypnotized my soul with magic you scorn
My timely trusted truth thy tattered
With thy touch in my life
Time and money both scattered

Ohh!! that touch of thy love
Your hand soo soft
And corrosive glove
But yet soo happy my life could be
If there wasnt mediocracy and love for thee