FULL ON LIES
You’ve fed me a meal, full of meaty illusions,
Between two slices, of white protrusions.
I chomp on the bit, trying to conceive,
The sour taste, of a sweet I want to believe.
When I question, the spread and knife’s thrust,
You pull back to hone, sensing my distrust.
Today I’ve bitten off, more than I can chew,
I hunger no more for the thickness of you.
You want it to-go, you’ve asked on many tries,
But why would I want, a body full of rotted lies.