fake

I used to be a big coffee drinker
Had to have my four or five cups
Of real fresh brewed coffee

Not for me the weak instant coffee
Of decafe coffee or herbal fake coffee

But over time coffee caught up to me
And now I can not handle the real deal
And I am forced to drink decafe coffee
Which is a kind of fake coffee to me

Or herbal coffee
Which is entirely fake
Designed to taste like the real thing

But without that caffeine kick
That true coffee drinkers crave

In this world of fake things
Where nothing is real

Nothing is authentic
And the market rules us all

There is no room
For real friendship

We are all using each other
To get ahead

So we pretend to be friends
All the time

Plotting against our so called friends
To get ahead

The market rewards the most vicious
Sociopathic values rule the market

Friendship is for wimps
And Losers

Those winners end up
Alone all alone

For they have no real friends
But boy do they have real enemies

In this modern world
Where everything seems fake
There are few genuine relationships left

Most relationships are market driven
How can this person help me
In my career or in life
What can I get from them
How can I use them for my advantage

And what do they want in return
And we are all nothing but personal brands
Competing all the time for the next gig job

And  romance
Has been reduced  to sexual lust
And nothing more

Every day I get woken up
As the sun comes up
By my phone ringing
With a fake call

It seems that the only people
Who ever bother to call me
Are the fake call people

Who all call me
With fake sincerity

Offering me a great deal
On this and that scam

I curse at them
Yell at them
Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues
And block their calls

Yet it does not seem to matter
The next call will be
Yet another fake call

Am I doomed to receive
Fake calls until I day I die