Sickly Sweet

Sickly sweet stories
Slip off your slimy tongue
Like slick honey
Off a silver spoon

The masses rush
To feel the sensation
Of the sweetness
Upon their salivating lips

Little do they know
The stories spun
In your sick psyche
Have been distorted and misshapen

Little do they know
There's wool over their eyes
That you are simply spitting
Vicious lies