a June 20th, 2014

  1. Poetry

    June 20, 2014 by myeye

    Sometimes rhyming words all come together in my head and then turn into a poem of sorts.  It most often occurs when I am very stressed about something.  This is a little piece from a couple of days ago.

    Tell half the story, half the truth

    Hiding in your liar’s booth.

    Leave out the beginning, change the end

    If facts don’t fit, you’ll make them bend.

    Sad you’re so misunderstood

    Though you hold the axe and wear a hood.