Sleight Of Hand
I'm a projector, that's all I am. The picture you see, is simply a scam. The voice that you hear, is put on for show
The true man I fear, was lost long ago.
A Tale
Lying, sleepy on the rug,
I spy a crawly, creepy bug,
Long and twitchy, hairy back,
Edging near to have a snack;
Before I know it - SNAP. It nips,
And bites into my bottom bits.
Lies
They're like evil little monsters
That eat away your life. You tell one,
And somehow it multiplies itself. It grows and boils inside
To the point where you find yourself drowned in them.
The Man Who Lies
Above all, don't lie to yourself.