Clyde A. Wray

Friday, May 1, 2009

Don't Ya Just Wish You Could Flush The Lies

Don’t Ya Just Wish You Could Flush
The Lies


black ink slides off the newspaper
on to your hands
as easily as politicians lies
fill your eardrums
ink
is difficult to wash off
but their lies fill you up
till
you feel like you got the runs
then one visit to the loo
just isn’t enough


Clyde A. Wray
May 1, 2009
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  • ▼  2009 (32)
    • ▼  May (4)
      • Fat Account
      • It Is Never Safe
      • The Kiss
      • Don't Ya Just Wish You Could Flush The Lies
    • ►  April (19)
      • The Poet/The Poem/Baseball
      • Please, Don't Look At My Shoes
      • Louder (Rainbow People)
      • Thicker Than A Pound Butter
      • Sonnet # 221
      • Censorship, Politicians And A Empty Refrigerator
      • Excuse Me, Did You Mistake My Vote As A Referendum...
      • Indifference By Another Name Is Called A Politicia...
      • Help It Appears To Be Contagious
      • Another Mystery, Who, Why and To and From Where
      • The Day The Yellow Marigolds Didn't Arrive
      • Wicked Hot Flair
      • Before The Facts Become A Blur It matters not whe...
      • When Cannons Roar
      • She's Found Wings
      • On The Good Side
      • Silence
      • Sonnet # 220
      • You Gave Them Wings To Fly High
    • ►  March (7)
      • Death Is A Creep
      • Kind Of Makes You Wonder
      • Sonnet # 218
      • Rainbow Colored Ice Cream In A Cone
      • Infrequent Liaison
      • Foul Winds
      • Sonnet #219
    • ►  January (2)
      • In Years To Come Mr. Bush
      • Like Some Strange Magic
 

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