The Lying Sonnet

(strong language warning)

Fuck you, you selfish egotistic cunt.
Who lies alone, who sits so self absorbed,
Who speaks false tongues, till tolls a crooked chord
But acquainted am I with this affront;
Your splayed out corpse – though’t breathes – sighs hollow breaths
For lucky poison pumps yet through your veins
Thick. Yet tis I your happy poison pains
For unlike you I fear the thousand deaths
Which found on liquor lips and glass’s ends
Are rabbit holes that spiral through the numb
And test the marks of life far too young
Then kidnap to its hutch in morbid bends.
Hate not the sinner nor the sin, but I
That dare not leap with the bishop that lies.


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