VIRB

Riiiiiiiiiiip, Pop!
Cop off another
cocktail of canned responses.
Responses containing artificial flavor.
Savor thy words I will not.
I will not,
I will not
be blinded by thy hollow eye.
By and by, thy will collapse.
Relapsed by lies weight
Slate upon thy shoulders.
Boulders that must be repeated,
treated to maintain the illusion
that no intrusion of falsehood
is seated.
Greeted by malcontent,
cement upon thy flowered words
curds thou quarrels might.
Blight by thy riddled facts
Taxed by your lies
disguised newfangled
tangled twisted ties.
I despise your surmise.
Revise thy fiction
Or become my foe
Sew no feeble web,
web of deceitful woe.
Go and leave me be.
Free me of my
wry discontent decor,
before I cast a sin
in thee.