When Lies Touch

Thunder in the distance

Didn’t sound like thunder.

Rumbling and tumbling

Shook the bed we’re under.

Afraid, we were and

Just out there was

Devastation and recreation.

Wrenched so subtly from a nation.

Built on misinterpretation.

Fibs on lips.

You do this.

Or you get this.

The Disingenuous Parade.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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