sometimes there's just a grumbling
behind the head
beyond the mind your manners bull
and china closet chaos
on days when voices mute
speak up and tell
truth that isn't half a lie
chickens
don't take flight
through windows of a
drive through
half a truth is all untrue
in pieces of reality
all covered by the pretty
of a good sales pitch
in black and white
the shades of gray
are only fades of
stayed execution
until the curtain calls
and night falls soundly
on deceit
decent days and
rains parched from
pavement beaten
in increments of
big oil makes the world go round
when it really doesn't
