You ain’t
All that
You’re no
High-flier
In fact
You’re a twat
As well
As a liar
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You ain’t
All that
You’re no
High-flier
In fact
You’re a twat
As well
As a liar
What is more important
She said
Being kind or telling the truth
For if it’s the latter
Then I cannot flatter
And your ego I will not soothe
Nothing lasts
Forever
You know
Not you
Not me
And certainly not my poetry