Liar

Not amused by this muse

Who confused

And abused

My most sensible

Ilities

Lacking civility

And believability

Conceivability

So eluded me

The hour

You chose to

Devour

Those platters of bacon

I wasn’t mistaken

That you were faking

When you said you’d never.

Do you feel very clever?

You shouldn’t.

I wouldn’t.

All of your

Over abundance

Of education

Has done so little

To stall the inflation

Of that which is in you

Inflamed by the fire

Of that which surprised me.

That you are a liar.