Artwork © Richard Spisak

 

But I was going to lie?

“You promised not to fact check me”
And I was going to lie. Don’t cha see?
But you promised not to fact check me
While I was going to fly, now whats for me?

you promised not to fact check me
It really cramps my style
I really had a strategy, to lose it now’s a tragedy!
Its worked for many a mile
It lets’m know, I’m one o them, not all hemmed in i’m rich ‘O sin
If they turn me over, no bed of clover
I got more fleas than their old dog rover.

Especially for the credulous
They really like my style
I pander to their prejudice
It works, it makes’m smile
I sneer at experts just like them
All them professors and their kin
I fake a hate of technology
Spurn immigrants, with no apology
Even though I got a foreign Wife,
its just big’a me, my sacrifice!

I tell’m that they’re superman and
They’re victims everyone
They all be winner sure as dirt
Its just they got their feelings hurt
An everything ‘s ag’in M,
even the color of the sun.

And every court is so unfair, especially if their ass, was convicted their
All them high falut’n
Movie Star, driving round in electric cars
Unless they say their prayers like me
They might as well go climb a tree.

If the moon was cheese, there’d be a wholesome breeze and all the cows
          give beer
But if they give me all their wallets,
I personally dry each honest tear.

I’ll solve each and every problem, I know why they stubbed their toes
Just gimme all you money
I’ll chase’way every foreign for.

I can play as low and dirty, as insults fly from my mouth, you’d thought I
          groa’d up,
in a one room shack, instead studied at the Iv’ry League and carried a
          giant book stack.

I’d debated at university,
paid anyone to take my tests,
now I’m posin like a dumbell
and you can guess the rest.

But when you shine the light of truth
Like Icarus, with his miss-Spent youth
My wings all melt and fall away, like all the big buncha lies I told today.

If ya steal my lovely lies away,
were you to fact-check me today.
My whole ensemble,
like that king who kingdom crumbled,
wore a suit made of no damn thing
And thought hisseff so very cute.
And then “OH NO” so badly humbled.

If all my lies were stripped away.
Truth is, I got nothin else to say,
and sadly if you find me, all exposed, just like a rose without the coloration of
          them flowers,
I’m just all thorns its my only real power.

Fact check is a GOSH-DARN,
train wreck!
“I was going to lie, and lie, and lie”
I wonder WHY? Maybe pigs can’t fly?

 

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.