Feeding Time
For every lie, a star lights up,
a universe so bright,
when do we say enough?
Some places are brighter,
it is never dark,
they open their mouth,
and the lies start.
Wiser we are getting,
our vision seeing through,
don't tell us it is a picnic,
when it is feeding time, at
the zoo.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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