Rumors

What you have heard is true,
Yet lies are how they followed you,
Stories are words meant to endue,

With everyone’s version on debut,

My name is mine but always yours,

Plastered on walls of carnivores,
With blood stuffed in white drawers,

No one likes the cleaner shores,

Welcome to your own global cuisine,
Serving on ice your lit gasoline,

Who knew no air could make you so mean,
Revealing the beauty inked unclean,

What you have heard is untrue,

Stalking the lies, truth in queue,

My story is my bite to chew,

My chronicle is one none of you knew,

My name is mine, not diagnosed,
Broken glasses made for our toast,
This is your party but I made the host,
Stuffing your theories right into ghosts,
Woke are the welcoming vultures,
Serving in rounds the new popping culture,
Ruling of court with no magistrature,

Barbarics flock like some new agriculture.

- IADSEKANDCHONZ