June 20, 2014

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.


  1. Sharrie Brockhaus says:

    Maybe you could quit your day job. That is a poem that speaks to life as we know it, unfortunately.

  2. Errol says:

    This poem encapsulates so much in such a simple and succinct way.