I beg to be frank
Beg to be honest and vulgar
Beg for truth to be a sun bleached carcass
That I gobble after careful circle
Like a long starved vulture
Beg to be told
Beg to not go wondering
Alas I find falsehood lurking
It’s lies and pleasantries numbering
You can give it to me pretty
Give it to me stainless
Promise that promise land
Where even pain is painless
But when the punch comes for my nose
And I spew blood on my laces
I’ll know you’re just a fresh mirage
Come to corrupt my homeostasis
I’ll be the stiff, pale, gutless worm
Ready for picking one day yonder
Come get me fresh, only if you confess
Or you’ll just have to push
Famish longer
Because I ask for gospel
Let me hear you sing
Appease my growling purity
Don’t you stutter, whisper or mutter
I want gut pour that roars with surety
Perhaps you’ve untreasured some hidden filth
Or learnt how to cure the ill
Maybe it’s benign, it’s a heart maintainer
But don’t come tell me
With it wrapped in ribbons
Like the gorgeous lie’s a no brainer.
by Lyric Deep.
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