A Venomous Poem

Strung and hogtied
along in preludes
overtures belled
for your love
and you lap it
as fountain for abandon

yes you have another
apple in the pantry
top left and no mistake
for teacher

and though the music
rang to you
and the signature read
''this piece is written
but for you'' you
stayed

cantante ilegal
and you sang
like all fat ladies do
and you had another

well fuck you
old tomato hails
and this has been done before
and you overstayed
on your admission
we usher you

here's a boot
here's a hat
the street's there

sing

accomplice to a fiction

we hate liars in our troupe.