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.