Lies lies lies

wielders of myth wands inside the mind
not magic mongers, they're the sleep deprived
prodding green sneaks into private lives
no convictions, just the will to thrive
nothing needs proven in sordid kind

schools of small pale colourless lies
pilot bloods of big brave guiltless lies
half-off, half-wit, habit, similies

watch those enigmatic eyes
batting barbecued cinematic lines
orgiastic thrusts and mournful cries
the ugly, the real, beautifully entwined
like fledgling jerks poised for flight

d.i.s.t.o.r.t
d.e.l.a.y
d.i.v.e.r.s.i.f.y

when the truth went out of style
where the hell was I