Lie to Me Redux

By Michael Tronnolone, for Rosemary and Time

 
 
I have one rule when it comes to life.
Don't lie. Or you're gonna cause me strife
like a complicated break-up with a now ex-wife.
Your lies, they look like a tiny knife
that cuts me quick, in the front of my neck.
I turn around, thinking “what the heck?”
You think you're cool but you're life's a wreck.
You're an itty-bitty little speck
of dust on my well-trodden boot.
You look in the mirror and think you're cute
but you're not seeing the real brute
because the details of your soul are so minute.
You can't stop me, I'm made of titanium,
but when's this getting through your cranium?
You can't just hurt people. Find a happy medium
between your new love and your old tedium.

When all of this is said and done,
I hope you look back to re-live the fun
My feelings don't matter, nor does anyone,
because you're lying to yourself, hun.