Truthful Fleas - Poem by Princess LilyPad
Cotton filled ears and sewn tight lids,
Hear nothing at all, see not what tis.
Smash the glass as the mirror laughs
The reflection screams, “Oh what an ass! ”
Come here he said,
I reached out as he led.
Into fields filled with fraught,
I listened closesly all for naught.
Cuz songs of truth were never born
But I was worn haggard, hunched and worn.
Go on weave me a blanket of lies,
I dare never to rip off your disguse.
I’ll sew my eyes shut,
And make sure ears are cut.
I’ll get down on my knees,
And roll with the fleas.
That pester me to scratch,
the truth despite the lies he has skillfully hatched.
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