# FakePeople #Life
The Fake And People Life
A Poem by Jay
Whose life is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.
She gives her life a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The life is fake, people are deep,
But she has promised to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams don’t come cheap.
She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with loads of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
With thanks to the poet,
Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.