Constant Fools
The lonely rises
like bile into the back of my throat
I’ve got a belly full of your lies
and they give me heartburn
“Deceit doesn’t become you,” I say,
“It’s like a suit that’s too short in the sleeves and too tight across the shoulders.”
But you keep trying it on
thinking one day that the more bullshit you drop
and I pick up
the better it will fit
I’m a fool
a constant one
not just an intermittent one
I imagine I’m the one who brought
your duplicity
to my door
So what else is there to do when
I’m to blame for believing
but put a red carnation in your lapel
kiss your cheek
and wish you well
then vomit your bullshit
all over your wingtips
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