Poetry: The Poet is Describing the Perfect Lie in Metaphors and Similes
"The Perfect Lie"
The busy bees keepers of the fruits
They keep care of the nectar and it’s juice
Ninety nine, point nine,nine,nine percent
as troy ounce’s go, pure silver and gold
An elastic band that stretches then snaps
Back on the one who’s hand It twas attached
He who would wield it
At some one to hurt
Beware!
It would roll off of one's tongue
as would unbroken water
or
drool
It would drip to the floor and stick to the bottom
of one's shoes
These words themselves believe that they are true
Seldom can they convince those words that follow
That they indeed are lies
So in being told over and over become folklore or truth
Within reason or until they are out of season
Unsalted as a meal they are bland
Never made into a big deal or a banquet
But, turned over and over as fallen leafs
By the blowing winter winds that never cease
Where this deception begins and truth ends
No one can tell or at least recall
Is any of It real?
Is life but a dream
by
the stones in the field?
Have they made us all up?
Or
Is it a drunken bees dream
Filled to the top with nectar from a butter cup
The best lies my friends
are
Misdirected and redirected
time and time again
By masters of deception; the men in black and gray suits
Some are judges and defenders
others they just prosecute
A special place in hell is reserved for them
Even the most pure are
but drunken bees
They leave stingers whenever they land
And
They regurgitate sugar coated vomit at best
Send them all away!
And
Let the townsmen decide
Oh but dear God
Who then will hear the case?
And
What sentence will suffice
The
Injured ones taste?
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
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They keep care of the nectar and it’s juice
Ninety nine, point nine,nine,nine percent
as troy ounce’s go, pure silver and gold
An elastic band that stretches then snaps
Back on the one who’s hand It twas attached
He who would wield it
At some one to hurt
Beware!
It would roll off of one's tongue
as would unbroken water
or
drool
It would drip to the floor and stick to the bottom
of one's shoes
These words themselves believe that they are true
Seldom can they convince those words that follow
That they indeed are lies
So in being told over and over become folklore or truth
Within reason or until they are out of season
Unsalted as a meal they are bland
Never made into a big deal or a banquet
But, turned over and over as fallen leafs
By the blowing winter winds that never cease
Where this deception begins and truth ends
No one can tell or at least recall
Is any of It real?
Is life but a dream
by
the stones in the field?
Have they made us all up?
Or
Is it a drunken bees dream
Filled to the top with nectar from a butter cup
The best lies my friends
are
Misdirected and redirected
time and time again
By masters of deception; the men in black and gray suits
Some are judges and defenders
others they just prosecute
A special place in hell is reserved for them
Even the most pure are
but drunken bees
They leave stingers whenever they land
And
They regurgitate sugar coated vomit at best
Send them all away!
And
Let the townsmen decide
Oh but dear God
Who then will hear the case?
And
What sentence will suffice
The
Injured ones taste?
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man
Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your
Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.
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