Sly Fox

In life one meets crafty gals n guys
Are nothing more then a heap of lie
Ridiculous cheats, of every line
guessed the tale? hanging thereby

Shamelessly Steal, then bray on (others) talents
Oh God plz help such shadowy spys
The empty boasting, and cheap self praise
Shallowness making a hue and cry

its God's gift which money can't buy
but they would still give another try
Get over it, you Devil incarnate
or mimicry is thy talent, foxy Sly.