Infectious Taste

Layers upon layers Batter after batter Larger than life creatures live Beneath my bed. My pillow whispers lie. There are times when I flip it over. I prefer my lies served cold shaken and stirring... foul breath smelly bedding. Lies, like dust mites do bug. Update 10.2 improves clarity. Lies have an app for that. Crystal clear connected lies. Disconnected clouded lies. And, of course Lie Lies Lies Lies Lie. Lies A pyramid of lies Let us remember the periodic table of lies. White lies Colored lies. Taste the rainbow of lies. Infectious wasted lies. Toxic waste is a buried alive lie. As lies add up like hazardous garbage, lie's flounder. A green sticker has a tongue in a divided circle. A red bag has some more circular labels of lies. And in the men's room, I see biohazard sharps containments. It's typical when urine lies on toilet seats. People recycle lies like buffoons that refuse to use the truth; those are all lies too. And they even sell lies for five dollars per balloon. Toss it in the trash and watch it disappear every Wednesday. How would you feel if you were thrown out like trash with your lies? Better yet, just throw it all in the fire pit. Burn rubber, burn gas, burn Mother Nature...burn. Plead with your conscience about these lies. Glorify lies . . . Justify lies . . . Then again Glorify and justify more lies, then romance your newfound ignorance. Believe me, it'll burn too . . . Trust me. 2-18-17