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?