No word in this poem is true

To judge it I leave up to you.

And thus I have lied anew.

Some words chase logic with glee

While others force reason to flee.

But these here are written for you to see:

That this poem should simply not be.

Hardly a poem, mere falsehood real,

Untrue words of misplaced zeal.

Containing agendas and themes so crass

Hidden like a rake concealed in the grass

Perhaps you thought this was terribly clever.

Perhaps you now think me a fool for forever.

But really, did this poem speak true never?