“Today’s prompt is drawn from an idea that Kelsey Howard gave me — that of a poem that tells a lie. I think you could have a poem that’s all lies (that could be very funny — full of things like “the sun is the size of a nickel”) or a poem that steadily builds to telling one big whopper. I can imagine these being very poignant, or very much like goofy shaggy-dog stories. I suppose it all comes down to what you want to lie about!”
Ripe apples hang on to branches like I did my woman,
She didn’t LOVE me, she just hated the idea of Happiness.
Woman want soft men to hit them hard in the Heart.
I am angry as a happy man searching for enjoyment in LIFE.
I am a lier, I play the game called Truthful.
I am empty for words, if you know me, you know that is Poetic,
Silence is Pathetic and I am guilty of being bored busily.