Assanine man
Will do it
To you
Again and again
Must keep
Covering up
As new ones
Grow to replace
The old
Seems they're always
Being told
To me
By you
Keep your lies
Feast on them
They will only
Eat you alive
Eventually
Like a sickness
They thrive
All based on
That first lie
Nothing you can do
They spring out
Like tulips
In May
Only they are covered
With fungus
Their stench
Unbearable
Making me want
To run away