The lies she told were pretty things
Built upon Gossamer wings
A mother shielding you with fibs
That fell into your gilded cribs
For all that may or may not be
Those lies were signs so tenderly
Placed upon your waking conscience
Protecting both you and she
You sadly never learned the truth
Heard nothing that could change in youth
Neither did it come in time
Nothing could befoul the rime
That left you lonely in make believe
Given to faith in fairies
Never did you challenge these
Not you or all the maids in waiting
Hired, acquired assisting the dream
That lied to you and can’t come clean
For truth is not a binary thing
And yours is yours a solitary sing
What love was lost behind the lie
I’m certain were insistent whines
The love that gave you meaning when
The lie was given you instead
Is all the more regretted now
By all the people passing by
Through windows you have seen a world
Black painted, tainted with the swirl
Of never knowing or wanting or being
A thing that truly ever had meaning
But charming we are told you are
By you and 2 in 5 who parse
Your virtues and arrive askance
But certainty replaces chance
Never will you or them rely on
Virtue without spinning transaction
Neither will you cede your fitness
For you were once a golden child
Before time left and took you with it
There’s not a lot to go on here
I’m frankly feeding gaps with tears
A thing to which you seem to aspire
The feckless and phony false bravado
Unable or willing to let it slide by
For yours is important and all should know it
The west wing won’t ever forget you owned it
transactional evil may render residual
But nothing you offer will ever fill
The hole that fills with garden silt
That lies amid the heart you are sentenced
Not wielding to fitful efforts to patch it
The heart indeed is a lonely hunter
Somewhere a quiet man balances the bluster
That seeps from you now without soul or fire
Just the daily reminders that nothing gets higher
One day it will end and you will be dying
Not dead but not living
Surviving to search for
The cameras and lights that left with our savior
Whose visage I can’t summon just yet
Who will emerge into spaces bereft
Of love, empathy, decency, respect
I don’t much know it matters much
I’ll do my part, work and give and such
To reap the plants our parents sowed
When yours were hiding from your throes
We all will have what you want most
A legacy built by all you boast
But never ever did you fathom
The love you’ll leave in wreckage’s wake
We’ll pick it up and you’ll insist
That this was what you meant in jest
But we will know that all you cling to
What’s left of the morsels you once would cling to
Is not exactly balanced genius
Yours is more a broken looper
Coming round a collective stupor
Its now just like it’s always been
Never what you thought you were when
You never left your gilded confines
Stayed to long inside the fault lines
Now truth is mixed with pleasant feelings
Reality a simple thing to deal with
For just as long as it may take you
To fool yourself that this you meant to
Not ever bothered by your madness
Who knows how much you even fathom
For yours is not a dismissible life
Like Nero your name will linger
On tongues that wag long after you squander
A life you coolly leveraged for waste
Convinced you hit a Birthday triple
Still standing precisely on third base
