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.