Ant Smith


Sometimes a lie is good enough

Sometimes a lie is good enough

So please don't poison me with truth

One, two, three, four

I declare a thumb war!

Some of you are tedious

Reciting like a book

Some of you are odious

The way you speak and look

Your poetry's acceptable

But really only just

I can't believe you think it's fine

To be so vacuous

With awful strings of adjectives

You annotate your world

Describe to me the concrete streets

We've wrapped around this earth

You don't so much speak as bleat

Irritating me with words

Well done for being odious

For reaching such a height

At first you were just tedious

A creepy little mite