The canary of truth is perched in it’s infinitesimal cage. No one cares to get near enough to peel back the door for fear of being shit on. Open your mouth let it in, if you don’t, one day they might just carve your tongue out. Gasp, filling your lungs with your own essence. What a [lessthan]wonderful way to go. I’d rather buy a ticket for a ride on angel’s wings. The ticket booth burned down quicker than Joan at the stake. In her heart, lies my ticket, one I dare not touch.


Take a bite of honesty,

Hack up a feather or two,

Write the world a synopsis,


Proselytize yourself into thinking, you ARE truth. Hold out your hands for what you feel oh-so deserving of. Make them hail to you [bowdown.bendover]. And they ought to be, your mimicry makes schlemiel out of many. I cock my head back and lie down as I watch the scene mature. I applaud as your cloud of malignity shrouds your world and eats you up.
©JazzyJay,