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Liar, liar
by Traci MabatsYou'll always find what you seek
unless you're looking for
the lies between my teeth
(because I forgot to brush
after kissing you)
Clever little words
you scatter amongst the rock
where they can never grow
But the birds are ever-grateful
(for such easy pickings)
So you continue to speak
with your flacid tongue
It flaps without grace
against your cheeks
leaving spittle behind
I sometimes wonder
if you even realize
how much it looks
like egg on your face
03/16/2005 Posted on 03/17/2005
Copyright © 2024 Traci Mabats
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 03/17/05 at 04:51 AM Sharona, I love this piece. You've gone from saving kisses to turning spittle into egg on one's face. Oh, how I would have liked to have acted the "So you continue to speak ...." portion of this poem in real life a few times. Great read! ~~ Kyle Anne |
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