Eyes Of Another Lying Bastard

Look at you,
sitting strung-out,
pleading with
those treacherous
unconvincing eyes.


Perspiration dripping,
as your facade
begins slipping,
while your bull-shit,
trips over truth


Lies ooze
from every pore,
as all those stories
I’ve heard before,
dance the tango
on that bitter tongue.


You think I believe you?
No bastard…
This is the last time
you’ll deceive me…