a poem in my pocket

quite honestly,
we tell each other
sweet LITTLE lies
all the fine time (but
expressly in poetry)
it seems we TRULY
like/speak/hear/read
FALSE pretenses and
sly(ight) exaggerations
it’s our native tongue
(FORKed, of courssse)
artfully twisted answers
to queries of how we
are OR how we look,
or do you think i’m fat?
(but we’re being polite
and NEVER political!)
now when poetic tries
to be provocative, she
simply claims LICENSE
can you easily read
between the li(n)es??

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April Fools Day so Melissa asks dVerse poets to lie to her but i must tell the truth 😉