Saturday Sinner - Poem by aurin squire
Refreshing scrub of a brillo pad'ed truth.
Contagious honesty like trendy flu,
takes quicker if you're long in the tooth
skipping over those blissed w/o a clue.
Black spiders unweaving the tangled snares
sucking the web back into the guts.
Dishonesty carpets pleasant affairs,
but mires the dancers in muddy ruts.
Now it's time for a splash of kerosene
guzzling waves perfume the fecal rug.
The match shoots up w/ angelic red glean
de-licing the floor from shit-eating bugs
Night brite'ed by apocalyptic fire
Liars burn up like a neck-laced tire.
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