Posers
In the middle
of
the living room
a tree stands
through
the
big
picture
window
decorated
with glitter
&
balls
&
strings
of
light.
One bright star on top sparkles
like gold but not.
One boy in rip-off soapers,
one girl in mock prada,
the scent of cheap knock-off parfume...
eau du lies
and anger waft through turkey, cranberries, cinnamon, and candy canes.
Suspicion fills the air like candlelight, thick like paint.
Questions swirl through the murky dank atmoshpere...
"where were you?"
"whats her name?"
"who
are
you?"
all lying lying lyinglyinglying
about where they'd been who and what and why....
lying lying lyinglyinglying
Posers each and every one.
Nothing is wrong
with computer games
or levi's
or silver.
Ever think maybe parties and sex and deception isn't for you?
Ever think sex in the conference room with Bimbette the Secretary is wrong?
Ever think your cool just the way you are?
Posers and liars and cheats
oh my!!
posers and liars and cheats
oh my!
when will the P. residents learn?
when will the tyrants employ goodness?
never through lies and manipulations,
never through cheats and deceptions,