The Body Can Lie
I see them sitting happy in active joy,
on a hill where evening never ceases,
surrounded by heap of garbage waste,
that keep on emitting offensive ordure
beautiful ladies worth of the name they were;
handsome men that looked cultured,
but the body can lie, the body can lie!
Mindless of the ever setting sun,
regardless of protest from the waste,
the shapely men and women celebrated;
as they talked language most foul,
and planned plans most regrettable.
With chimneys installed in every mouth,
I sat back and asked question that puzzles;
Why can a shapely body lack shapely brain?
Why didn’t god of brain and body share notes?
But I came to one conclusion so painful;
that which the eye sees is a strong liar.
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