Fake people have hard brain
That is difficult to drain
As a main grain
On an endless train

Fake people are fast as fox
Can suddenly make a run's max
With no need of a tax
To buy the engine'wax

Fake people are as paint
Can perish away in one blick of faint
As quickly renamed a saint
With no worked client

Fake people are mints of nap
That are difficult to stop
With one's head cap
In a slice of clup

Are u fake too?