You want poetry?

You want beauty?

You want exquisite murmurings of intricacy and love?

You want lies?

I’ll feed you lies.

Delicious falsities of hollow thoughts,

Empty bastions of air

Crammed with clichés.

Gorge yourself,drown yourself, wallow in my falsehoods.

Lose yourself in the forest of my mind.

Stumble along the myriad complexities,

Weeping willows over all.

You’ll find the truth one day.

Love is simple at its purest.

Beauty is guileless when authentic.

Simplicity is sublime.

And my truth?

I am a dealer in deception,

A crafter of calumnies,

A lover of lies.