every time I thought you lied
never mind the compromise
there was no room in your mother's womb
for a cowardly swine.

you lead me to think that you reside
in sepulchers of treachery.

PERHAPS
-you thought
I'd turn up dead...
PERCHANCE
-there was no wit
inside your decrepit head...

well, I'll tell you this,
the maggots enjoyed eating your insides, all right...
but don't think to cry or belie
your mind.

hide, abide.

11/14/2005