here i sit
under a tree of lies
with a basket in my hand
waiting to catch
the juiciest and most fruity ones
as they fall

you mustn't pick a lie!
oh no...
then they wouldn't be quite ripe
you have to wait until they
are so big and round
and red
that, by sheer weight
they fall from the tree

a lie that isn't ripe
doesn't taste good at all
and it's very hard to swallow
so no...don't pick em!
you want them sweet
and robust
so they go down like sugar
oh yes
savor the flavor
of the ripe and tasty lie

and hell..yeah...
collect a whole bushel of em!
take em to town!
spread em around!
give a lie to all your lovers
it sure beats chocolates or jewelry
throw lies out to all the children
they love to play catch!
of course they'll need a mitt
lies can be kinda hard sometimes
and they might sting a bit!
leave a little lie or two at the church
everybody does!
take a lie to work with ya
might get you that raise!
drop one off at school
so it can be studied

toss em all over the street!
lies! lies! get your wonderful
beautiful bountiful lies!
never in all the land have you
seen lies like these!
not tart nor bitter
but beautifully formed
to bounce off the tongue!
lies for your mother!
lies for your dad!
lies for your dear aunt sara!
lies for them all
custom grown
in my little tree
in my prickly garden!

and alas...my work is done
and i must rest
and i plop myself down
under my tree of lies
and yet another one falls
and hits me square
on the head
and i finally realize
something...
that fucking hurts!