Lie Poem
I wish I were not so beautiful.
My sophiticated elegance and charm
makes it troublesome to step out of the house,
without making nation news.
Mariah Carrey pleas for my beauty tips,
Tom Cruise left his wife for me.
And I have to hide from the press,
for fear of being engulfed by their madness.
If I were to go to Metro Beach
After putting on my two-peice
men would jump out of their skin,
just to see me lay out in the sun.
