Artwork © Richard Spisak

 

The 13 biggest lies

The thirteen biggest lies, You might ask why I might even try
Although such words trip off his tongue,
they’ve dripped and some slipped in there,
long before since he was young.

We’ve slashed it stabbed and if you know the truth
we got ours, the loot’n we scoot
we’ve only stopped to grab the cash and quash any
investigations down the path.
We went for the investigators first of course
then the FBI what could be worse.
TRY TO INVESTIGATE – you got no cops.
So this is where no doubt
the investigation stops.

Blaming Ukraine for its own invasion remains top on our list,
remaking the shaking of fists, butter with tanks a rasping gaff.
while some might refer to the fortunes of War,
and Ukraine once played a part in the diplomatic art,
Gave up its weapons of war, for a guaranteed for…
paid protection, guaranteed for proper rejection
of the greater USSR, but if you open that jar where your are,
your must explore all those defeaties, of treaties galore,
the fortunes of war, piling up corpses galore, what else is WAR FOR.

We’ve gutted government you know why.
We saw a mote there in our eye.
CUTTING SLASHING then your fired.
Just a day short of retirement – it doesn’t matter.

You just can’t no matter mad hatter, where you stand,
invade yourself even aching for pelt.
You’re such a winner before and after dinner.

Then there’s your latest lie, you won’t tell cause I cried.
Pleading guilty to assault, It never was your fault.
The election lie, he wouldn’t let die.
His own staff by half, his bean counters would laugh,
and sixtieth court trials. All found out the outbound liars,
but yet he still can maintain with part of his brain, though he
          been heard
admitting when not fooly bullshitting
he still pushes the cart its caught up it part of his noise-some fart!

China runs their guns, they steer the Panama canal, that’s a whopper
          and wow,
I right proper kapow, that’s a whopper oh WOW.
But what purpose these lies, whats just beyond their disguise?
Is there as it sits there a purpose beyond and belies,
one more false dawn, look over here or hear this and yawn.
dear leader can cheer, and mislay an attack, with a high-tech stab
          in the back.

Isn’t “Silk Roads” a USAID, kind of probe, we give you this to disguise
          our gloved hand in your midst,
the xenophobes friend, while we’re retreating, self-defeating
          let’s pretend.
Then its back to FULLY PROFITABLE WAR ONCE AGAIN,
the militarists friend, GRUESOME WEAPONS STOCKS ALL BLOW UP,
and any disgruntled prefunctorily disgruntly – j-j-j
Just buying the market of pocket grenade won’t squawk, just enjoy
          the parade.

 

Richard Spisak began his artistic career as a light artist in the Lumonics Studios of Mel Tanner, a legendary Light Artist. After serving under Jack Horkheimer as a planetarium operator at the Miami Space-Transit Planetarium, he left to begin traveling with Lumist Kenvin Lyman, whose show Dazzleland Studios traveled across America. Richard later worked as a Laserist with LASERIUM and Laser Productions, served as a technical producer for the festival company PACE Concerts, and later as operations Manager and Senior Producer at WWHP and WTCN-TV in Stuart Florida.

Richard writes for Theatre, TV, radio, and the web. He published two short story collections, Two Small Windows, in a Pair of Mirror Doors, and Between the Silences. Followed by his poetry collection 7370 Allen Drive and the recently released STONE POETRY. Richard also produces “POETS of the East,” a televised webcast featuring poets from across the globe.