A clever boy
my father called me,
of course,
my lies he only knew
he called me clever.
how beautifully sad
drinking for work
not a care in the world
for knowing little of us
and more of booze.
with your help
I’ve become a clever man
deceiving those I love
and the many
many I loathe.
I’m no longer a boy
but a lone lying man
yes, a lying man is clever
I lie to myself now
devouring my sheeping years.