The Lie / by renee mckenna

What is this lump 

In my belly

A small nag

An irritation 

Why does it feel off

When you talk

Like a bad recipe

I'm trying to eat

To be polite

Is it me

Or does this taste funny?

Like moldy cheese

Or a cake with too much salt.


You're full of shit

Such a telling phrase

Did I get some on my shoe? 

I smell it

Is it coming out of your mouth? 

Excuse me

Did you know

That when you opened your mouth

A big piece fell out?

There is is again. 

Now it's on my shoe

I think i'll go home 

And clean it off.