grandmaster 

On the surface there’s shine 
Polished and forged
So as to showcase
A most lovable lie

Their accolades, yours
As my ears cringe 

For there is that shallow, shallow heart
Dulled early 
Tilled over
By one finely chiseled intellect

That what fear, I fear to wonder
They can never hear

Faux

I’m a mail-order bride
Don’t get me wrong
But you know dating
Is a too-tragic song
From far away to there
In sixty-seconds flat
White dress, bare feet
Golden Boy, beat that