Our lies, they would rather not
Be seen by the prying eyes
These lies they burn red and hot
Yet hide in the night’s dark guise
They hide in the plots we make
They nest like the coiling snake
They fest in the illest will
They pounce with the venging thrill
Your lies I cannot abide
Now seen by all, wide and far
No more can they twist and hide
I know you for what you are.
On Cops and Robbers
These days I can’t tell
the difference between the
cops and the robbers.