Never trust a poet
He'll only use the truth to confuse you
Or confuse the truth to use you
Before you know it
He'll refract the light in your eyes
Into rainbows to melt your heart
Call them out for lies
And he'll correct you "No, this is fine art"
Let him spin his yarn
And you risk being pulled along
Into a world where his forced rhyming
And poor timing
Is a polished syncopated song
He'll never mean you any harm
But a line ruled wide
With words sharper than intended
Will leave marks you can't hide
From wounds not easily mended
Give him a chance
And he'll give you every word
Filled to overflowing
With vows like you've never heard
Diminished little by the knowing
That he will call it a dance
A thing that comes and goes
Compare it to time and tide
Those things that ebb and flow
But there's one thing that he can't hide
Never trust a poet
He'll conflate love and lust
Argue his case is in itself a proof
That all goodbyes are unjust
Though his lies reveal the truth
Never trust a poet
He'll only use the truth to confuse you
Or confuse the truth to use you
Before you know it
He'll refract the light in your eyes
Into rainbows to melt your heart
Call them out for lies
And he'll correct you "No, this is fine art"
Let him spin his yarn
And you risk being pulled along
Into a world where his forced rhyming
And poor timing
Is a polished syncopated song
He'll never mean you any harm
But a line ruled wide
With words sharper than intended
Will leave marks you can't hide
From wounds not easily mended
Give him a chance
And he'll give you every word
Filled to overflowing
With vows like you've never heard
Diminished little by the knowing
That he will call it a dance
A thing that comes and goes
Compare it to time and tide
Those things that ebb and flow
But there's one thing that he can't hide
Never trust a poet
He'll conflate love and lust
Argue his case is in itself a proof
That all goodbyes are unjust
Though his lies reveal the truth
