Without an f
A life is a lie
There is no success
Without failure
No victory
Without defeat
There is no near
Without far
Without an f
It will not suffice
Without the fullness
The entire sphere
Feast and
Famine
Difference and
Sameness
Without each side
Each half
It will not qualify
As life
Without death
As Aleph without Beth
No flow
Will follow you
Philip
Without Phi
Without an f
A life is a lie
A mere fleeting
Deflated
Fragment of flotsam
A drifting piece of the picturesque Pi
Without the Radiance of
The Ratio
Without hearing
The fabulous fables
Without the spirit spiral
There can be no inspiration
Without the Fibonacci sequence
Without the f
A life is a lie
Without the formless
There can be no form
Without being for Amen
There is no Foramen
Without fractals
It is futile
Raphael
Without falcons
Freckles fevers
Gryphons graphs
And frolicking giraffes
Life is a lie
Without an f
Without elephants and festivities
Fickle freaks and fervent forks
Without the staff and without the strife
It simply cannot be a life
You could never even consider
Having a wife
Without friction the gem is
Unfinished
Without the fluid
There is no flower
Without refraction
And reflection
Without favors and flavors
Manifestations
Infestations
Without acknowledging the horror
Of the factory farm
And deforestation
Without all the facets
Of Farrah and flouride
In your faucets
Without
Inflation and inflection
Filibusters and
Fluctuations
Stiff and flaccid
It simply would not do
You definitely would be through
There is no fig without the leaf
There is no philosophy
Nor sophistication
Without the Goddess of Wisdom
Without Mother Sophia
No phrases of
Pharaohs
Nor infatuations fabrications verifications perforations
or
flippant
fallacies
of
Pharisees
A life is a lie
Without an f
No flagrant fouls
No funerals
No freight
No funds nor refunds
No firms nor families
Without an f
A life is a lie
Without the forest
There are no trees
Without the surf
There is no breeze
No flights of fancy
No fashions
Nor fairies
There is no riddle
Without the Sphinx
And life is lie
Without an f
Frederick
Without the fullness
There are no fractions
Nor phalanges
Without shifting and sifting
And lifting and gifting
Without the flat
The flamingo and the flume
The floor and the file
The floss and fleece
Without an f a life is a lie
This you simply cannot deny
Without fascinations and
Loose affiliations
No fish and no flush
You are left with not much
What could you touch?
There would be nothing with which to fumble as such
Without ferns flippers
Fiddles and fitness
Without Dolphins and Delphi
No matter how hard
You try
Without an f
A life is a lie