Tell a Truth, Tell a Lie
Velvet tongue lies sweetly.
Her mouth dry as a bone,
Voice a sonorous tone.
It stabs in quite neatly,
Quieted completely.
The pigeon coop has flown.
Don't blame me pretty dear,
A lion can't not roar,
A wave will hit the shore.
Your excuses feel sheer,
My eyes see you in clear.
Truthtelling is a chore.
Ready to let me drown,
Nowhere to go but down.
3/30/2021
Copyright © Carol Pelizzari | Year Posted 2021
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