polygraph says
i lie.
i don't.
i just change my mind a lot.
sometimes i can trick the truth
into being something that it's not
and, disguised, it blends in
with the backdropp i've painted.
sometimes it gets tired of hiding
and comes at me with a
swift punch to the throat.
we are not very good friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting how we lie to others and even worse ourselfs... Someone once said, 'Man sees what he wants to see and disregards the rest.'