he makes a great peanut butter sandwich
laying it on thick with the crunchy brand
his slick tongue becomes stuck to the roof of his lie
as he promises to you
it will be different this time
but it is as it always has been
just the same old sandwich
made without any jam
and by now you know
there is never anything but heartache and tears
to wash it down…
2007 © T Sheridan
hmmm........ i have been there also, in the circles where lies washed the peanut like butter of lies. well carved
This has got to be one of the best analogies ever. t x
Promises and lies, made into the same old sticky sandwich...and only tears and heartache to wash it down.......man! This one hurt right down to soul depth, cause I ate many a sandwich made this way. Right on the point! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever words here in Teds easy way style...regards