Lies Fly Through The Holes Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Maybe I could easily lie,
through the space in my teeth.
Maybe I could say,
it was a fight.
This guy was four, no five,
times bigger then I.
He had a big ol’ beer belly,
and knotted hair.
Probably a knife in his pocket.
Oh, yes!
And he had a gun!
He wanted my wallet.
No, I mean, he wanted this young boys wallet.
Yeah, and I jumped in to save him.
But he hit me in the face with his gun.
He took off with my wallet instead.
Or maybe,
my tooth was pulled.
What would you rather hear?