Liar liar

Lying.
Is it your second nature?
Does it come to you unannounced?
Do you really believe you are the master of this art?
Well, apparently not.
Allow me to shatter your bubble.
Let me tell you that you have red on your hands.
Now I question the authenticity of every moment we shared. Every word you spoke.
I see red there too.
I have reason to.
Can you explain?
Can you?

The art of futility and I

The futility of it all…
Amazing!
Never ending!
The empty pursuit of that nasty little knot.
Why does my gut still ache?
Rascal hope!