I Find I Must Clear The Air Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why can I smell your lies?
And each time...
Before you attempt one,
I find I must clear the air.
Before you put one in it!

Why can I smell your lies?
And your mood that arrives with attitude,
Is something that's done...
To announce a lieing done comes.
And you're the one stun I no longer get upset.

That dance you do as a prelude to your tales,
Needs more direct eye contact.
And less shuffling of your feet.

And those lips you lick between nonsense sentences,
Could use more moisterizer.
Since the heat that keeps them cracked,
Comes out of a familiar twisted mouth.
You're the only one that hasn't figured yourself out.

Why can I smell your lies?
And each time...
Before you attempt one,
I find I must clear the air.
Before you put one in it!