Pigeon Poop

What if I told you things aren't
what they used to be.

What if I told you clichés
are not always "for the birds"

That the Clichés cling for
a reason and have clung long.

Show me your truth sandwich;
What ingredients did you use?

Smoked lunch meat and cheese
Did you eat that, digest that?

What if I told you cheese is plastic
And ain't what it used to be?

And chicken feed ain't, flies and grain 
But Plastic and GMO corn instead.

Don't feed the pigeons, says the sign.
But we don't eat the pigeons here.

So we feed them, and they eat 
bits of truth that we now turn down, 

Pigeons fly around downtown, 
Without true food, without the truth.

Show me your truth sandwich;
What ingredients did you use?
Peanut butter and Bananas?

Pigeons spread disease in excrement
With bits of nontruth, splattered all over;

Making a point about the truth the whole truth 
and nothing but the moot truth “So help you, Hanna"?

Cliché' may be our only reality, because little truths 
matter, relevance should never be Obsolete.

Big or small, the truth must massively
Combust into big explosions of honesty.

If you should turn your back on truth
You will be face to face with a lie.

The truth needs to matter again
Or nothing else will.

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