pretending to sing

Putting on the hat, the cape, the mask, adopting the guise, taking a stand, a pose Byronic without the badness, a twinge of the madness, in no way dangerous to know, late night’s spent doing everything except the nasty, getting their thrills with fast flashes a microsecond reveal, fantasy fodder, playing rich, feigning famous, exuding smartness sans study. Sometimes I want to run run run run away, pretending to be pretty, pretending to the skilled or worldly, getting on stage, pretending to sing.

David Cain, Song of Songs


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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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