Wise Lies Poem by John Mark Siklere

All that glitters is gold;
only if you'll be so bold
to ride upon a thought so old.
The Evil that men do is lying on the side walk.
Who said it can walk?
I dare him to talk. How do I move a dozen eggs to the market,
if I don't keep them first in a basket?
No one can stich time in other to save nine.
This too is a childish line.
Birds of the same feather belong in a species.
They don't hang around on sandy beaches.
If wishes were horses beggars would rather ride cryslers.
Who would need a horse anyway, when he can drive a crysler any day.
I hate to say
but wise sayings aren't wise I say.