Dirty Laundry. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Like a mangle, I wring out the truth and rinse away the lies
Those fluent, liquid, septic words belittle and belie
My faith and trust in humankind and those words will never die.
I cleanse my thoughts to innocence to an age before I knew
That bleeding hearts can stain the mind and people just like you
Carry dirt from town to town as you go passing through.
Wash your face and dry your eyes and climb down from your throne
Your evil deeds are testament as to why you’re all alone
For truth from you is harder than getting blood out of a stone
Get out of here and live your lies, your life is now your own.