This Poem Lies
Now just a minute there:
Poems are supposed to be full of truth
Because Keats said Beauty is Truth
And Emily Dickinson advised us to
“Tell the Truth/But tell it Slant,”
So, a poem filled with lies?
I don’t know—
It’s quite a conundrum for
A literature/poetry/writing/philosophy major
As many of us are.
Sigh. Here goes:
The moon is made of green cheese.
NASA is lying to us.
There are UFO’s out there.
The government is lying to us.
The sun is not shining like a red rubber ball.
The Cyrkle is lying to us.
Elvis is dead
And I don’t feel too well myself.
Lies, all lies, including
And this line
And that’s no lie.
One response to “Friday Poem of the Week: This Poem Lies”
A brilliant lie, if ever there were!