Pinnochio Poem by John Sensele

Pinnochio when I'm economic with the truth
Spinning a fake reality
Growing fond of being uncouth
Conflating fact and fiction in a castle of surreality.

Pinnochio when my appetite for fibs
Grows wings and stings
In fitting fibs in roasted ribs
Whether my mind twists facts or my blues sings.

Pinnochio when I lie by the clock
Denying the immutability of facts
Projecting magnitudes of lies in my talk
In my plans, my actions and my acts.

Pinnochio when the triumph of lies
Grows into a harassed habit
Slaying veracity, sealing dead verisimilitude in skunk sties
Parading, peddling, prodding untruth, crating it into a cybernetic bit