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