The beautiful lie, picturesque

With one thing in mind they only want to fool you

And falling for their hoax is what you do

Then they keep hold of you with a strong pull

They want many like you, not just a few

Then you get stuck to their ways like glue

In the end the price to pay will be what’s due

All because you idolized them like a statue.

 

The ‘Beautiful’ Story…

The sly sculptor had a plan in mind

To make the most beautiful work of art

All would see and be enticed

So carefully he carved his masterpiece

Using the finest materials, just like a dressmaker would use the best fleece

It had to be bold enough to make a statement

Deceptive enough for you and I to fall into a trance

Each curve and mould, appealing to the eye

The sculpture, looking very organic, geometrically accurate, is all in the name of seducing you and I,

Even that isn’t lavish enough, and here’s where the painter comes in.

His job is to complete the whole package.

Making it harder to see the truth, he adds the finishing touches

Paying attention to every detail, adding colour to create vibrancy

Together these two, the sculptor and the painter, work hand in hand to create a fallacy

The resulting product, the statue
To which we try to mimic and impersonate

The fact of the matter is, its purport was never meant to be true.