What you know is correct, smashed against the curb
what you know is wrong, driven under the wheels
held up to be blessed.
(they don’t even know what the truth is,
where it started
are afraid of that unknown, just a guess)
Everything you’ve told is a pack of lies,
everything you think you know is open to question.
Ah, but what are the questions?
That’s the key to the answers.
Where is the line from which to draw
anything more than black or white beyond
the ken of your mind
simple, pre-chewed is what you’ve been schooled.
No matter it’s all lies.
Your comments belie your limits.
Your hyperbole your gall and ego.
A Congress of fools.