Get To Know Me

You don't know me.
You craft a résumé
And plot nonfiction mystery
While sipping on daiquiris.
And you call that deep
But you don't know me.

You don't know my name
You talk a good game
And call me trite it's a shame
When gold digging is so lame
You went and threw shade,
But I know that game .

You don't know me
I'm not the plain in Spain,
Or a shot of Chianti in Tuscany
And you're high on windowpane
Pitching camaraderie
But you know talk is cheap.

Akpan