lies

little bright lies
bits of “shits”
that spit of “buts”
a sprite of spies
and tits with nuts
crypts conspire
a barfools hire
and the girl
just rolled
her eyes

it’s really just ‘me’
...
x flies

and the noughts on a cross?
are really just the naughty who

call me

alumina

.
”...spray for me
come pray for me…”

i got my hand
on the candy mans
vermear
it’s a lie that it isn’t really hear

it’s a corn and a row and a ball
its a globe and a lobe on the wall
it’s a tush
not a bush
and a dish
not a fish
and it’s not
a glow ball warming
just a Globe all be it
for the children

get your ear on
there’s a clear
for a cheer
to be here

and it’s on.

special f x