Truth
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
There always be A..
Once upon a time
Story to tell.
It sets...
When winters were flowery
And summers were shady
There was rain
Splashing on my head
On occasion your
Conscience would ask
Did I do right ?
Was I a straw bull
Or maybe a
Cat without fur
Decisions were made
Did I arc the truth..
And circumvent
To spread my obsession
To desolate the other
To lie about the other
And condemned someone
Without their defence.
How true I see ..
Why the elephant's eye
Is always open
He does not detour
It does not hide
From truth
And get's his peace of mind.
Did I greedily take away
Those flowery winters
And shady summer's
From others.
Conscience ..
You prickly pear
I'll lie no more
Truth be told
Aways...
But
How many milliliters of lie's
can one mouth hold ..
I know some
Which can hold a tank.
This morning,
I woke,
eyes crescent mooned.
In the kitchen,
I found a platoon,
army crawling between
pepperoni and assorted
veggies, gathering intel
for the commanding officer.
My tweezers clinched
between thorax and abdomen,
strapped him down by the neck.
It took three milliliters
from the syringe to
drown his insides.
His dog tags
read:
Red Aunt