Lies fall out of my mouth.
I’m a cunning little fox.
Deception is a must.
Trickster, Cunning, joker even!
Not a serious answer on my breath.
Lies seep through my lips.
A cunning little fox choked by the lies.
Lies tighten around my throat
My lies faulty, broken, transparent even!
I didn’t get caught, nor did I own up.
Lies stay trapped in my mouth.
The cunning little fox suffocated.
Who am I?
Call it natural selection, karma, penance even!
Poisonous flowers grow, outlining the fox’s still body.
Bright, beautiful easy to spot.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
Lies fall out of my mouth.
I’m a cunning little fox.
Deception is a must.
Trickster, Cunning, joker even!
Not a serious answer on my breath.
Lies seep through my lips.
A cunning little fox choked by the lies.
Lies tighten around my throat
My lies faulty, broken, transparent even!
I didn’t get caught, nor did I own up.
Lies stay trapped in my mouth.
The cunning little fox suffocated.
Who am I?
Call it natural selection, karma, penance even!
Poisonous flowers grow, outlining the fox’s still body.
Bright, beautiful easy to spot.
I'm tired of lying. Will I stop? Probably not.