Maybe you're the one who is drunk on the lies that you spin
I'm seen a big Hypocrite,
Your lies-
Sweeter than honey,
Slowly bashing my nerves.
Maybe you really have no idea when to stop the Oozing-
Your thick sticky needs,
manufacturing, selling, broadcasting.
A rainbow, starry, adjectives of my list
ticked, stamped and tricked.
Nights befall on me
I've been
"Baby'', you call me
I wring in your flattery.
Maybe you should see fewer peonies
and more grasses!