Today, if told it’s the truth
that we read, see, and hear
via print, screen, and bluetooth,
Verily,
We’re aliens from honesty, we
hoodwink ourselves, since we
let a fraud name his lies the truth.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.