Fraud
Why do I call you a fraud?
Everything you say and claim you are...
Has remained on your lips.
And from there your actions,
Has produced little evidence.
Movement with action,
Usually requires less description of it.
Unless,
Of course...
This too is in the planning stage.
And you are waiting for this to mellow with age?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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