L I A R

you pry open my ears
and pour down your lies
and pray your words will stain inside my mind folds
like red wine in new ivory shag
that I might drink down those lies, and in my intoxication
those falsehoods might transform into lovely little truths
that your twisted reality might somehow become excused
and you'd be acquitted from the stain of that sin
speech comparable to a lawyer's with a jury he seeks to win
I am hung-over from the steady flow of unsolicited lies
and sickened by their sweetness, the sad thing is is they're needless
you pry open my ears
and pour down your lies
and pray that I will never find the truth...