paint the prettiest watercolor picture on the hugest piece of paper with your lies
i could fill the whole Pacific Ocean with your lies
i could fill an entire collection of glass bottles with your lies
i could spew vomit all over you and use your lies as a rag
i could not even care what i'm saying and be mean to you and tell you your own lies
i could shove all of your lies up your nose and watch it crust and bleed until some honesty spills out
i could build a fort with your lies
i could wash your mouth out with your lies
i could fill an entire human being with your lies
i think you get the point.
I like it. Reminds me of Pablo Neruda's "Tonight I Can Write".
ReplyDeletewrite! write! write!
ReplyDeleteIf only they where that productive in real life.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny too because I was going to write about a compulsive liar on my next story, but I think I'm going to chill on that idea