Who are you really?

Yawn

Upon another lie and deception filled morn

Moan

When the deceivers dodge devilishly

Skip

Around reality into a trough

Deep

Where only traitors gobble scraps

Disguised;

Clothed, but fooling me not.

Trotters

Fit barely into Number Ten's

Sty

Slobbering chops grinning

Terribly

And eyes glimmer and scheme.