Lies Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

don't tell me
what i want to hear.

how could you know?

why would you try?

don't tell me
what you think
i want to hear

all i want is truth
in any form
anything else
would be censorship -
a very basic
and
dull shape

like lying to a child about
the stork, santa,
easter and it's lucky bunny,
the president, war,
a bunch of other
misrepresented
taboo topics.

maybe having dinner
with parents
after a two day bender
traveling two hundred miles
popping caffeine
fending off that thief sleep
to speak about internships
and jobs that would
never happen.

lies make some worlds revolve.

spare the feelings,
spoil the perception.