One cannot fake a thought,

But a thought can be about fakes.

I have met a few in my day,

Which is how this poem was formed.

The thought came to me

After sleeping on a lumpy bed.

A restless night can lead one into

Thoughts he would not think about.

Now I'm wide awake, though it be late.

A quick shower and I'll forget

The lumpy mattress and all the fakes,

And proceed to go my merry way.

So if you meet a fake today,

Remember what gave him away.

They all seem to fit in a mold,

Implant it in in your thoughts.

As for the lumpy mattress,

That problem is now solved.

It appears an old basball

Was what I was bumping into all night.