The joke is on the liar

it was funny at first
then the jokes went beyond laughter
and now its forced in the here after
so how many more times will calculate the aperture?
a fork for the delusional psychopaths
left or right? pack up take flight
throw down and get ready to move around
this was the man who never took time seriously
never took things as if he should be considering
listing to the sad sob song the bottled whittling
tearing down the sky scrapers breaking bounds
he was an anti establishment establishing only this
the tell tale tall tales were were just short stories
this was glass when the mind decided to break
and now we're lost on this isolated track
figuring the thoughts to be just a side effect
he took time when he held his breath
now he's flippin' burgers with the lose leaf
new proverbs told him to run from the trees
running from desperate clawing he performed at his knees
this was the escape he took from the grief
looking away-- he couldn't believe we was bereaved
she died that night with him at her side
talking in her sleep as she did when thoughts and disease did collide
bleeding internally from the secrets she confined
open doors were placed with locks and now there's no exit
placed in a fountain of disbelief, he's still running from his grief
little did he know that deep down inside he would never really miss her
because she was the third, not truly his wife
he told her he loved her more it was lies once more
this was the last he saw his true family
they left him when they discovered is facsimile of their tragedy
his family died with him when he committed the suicide
committed himself to a hell for him to reside
even though he hasn't died
he drowned in his pain that he tried to hide
this was the fame he attempted to claim
dead
this was the reign he attempted to embrace
dead
this was the family that he lied to for support
now he's like the dog-- curled up under the porch

~Shiny Black FBI shoes. Shiny Black Portions of my mind.

Love,
Digress.