Fabricators.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

oh yeah
i have spoken
i use a basket of words
like flowers
of assortment in different colors
and scents

oh yeah
i try to please you with dew
and wafts of winds

but you know everything about me already
and it was disgusting

you try to draw a tiny smile in your lips
but it is hard
to lie
you find it hard to forge happiness
and it is
so disgusting

oh yeah
i am an expert former of words
to deceive
the paper

but what can i do
i am not authorized to end the show
and neither you
who need me not because you honestly love me

it is sad
but this is life and life must move on
like a face
shameless to the crowd

the hand knows what to do
one by one take away the lips, the eyes, the nose

the face becomes a wall
where we both hide
like children away from
their cruel
stepfather.