poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Valéry
The World's Greatest Liar
Oh, my dear, how eager the lies do come
From your mouth when you are stoned
You swear you are telling the truth
But I know better, I know how you are.
Bravery only comes when you are high
You dare not speak to me in such a way
When you are stone-cold sober
Even then, you don’t know how to say....
I’m leaving you, I hate you, I no longer want a family
How easily you have deceived me these past seven years!
How clever you are, to stay around because
You “have nowhere else to go”...
Oh, my dear, I can give you some ideas
On where you can go, I can tell you
Exactly what to do with your bag of clothes
And your precious bong.
I can even help you out, I can give you a push
A shove in the right direction
Do not expect me to hold the door on your way out
I can only hope it would smack you in the ass...
Do not beat around the bush, have some balls
To tell me what you’re doing, show me you are a man
Give it to me straight, tell it to me clear
I wouldn’t want any misunderstandings, my dear.
Never fear, we shall go on, we do not need
A man constantly stoned,
One who sleeps all day and bitches and moans
We do not need you...
You wife, daughter and son.