Excuses like nooses are squeezing your neck
Choking off honesty ‘till there’s no speck
They squeeze while you wheeze, keeping truth in check
Excuses are nooses; they’re all spewing dreck.
Excuses are lies that swirl behind your eyes
Inhibiting honor with intel from spies
They prise reality’s impassioned cries
Excuses are lies that swirl behind your eyes.
Excuses induce this brackish green bile
Burning your throat, there’s no acid denial
They gargle and warble their ceaseless cruel guile
Excuses induce this enraging lie-style.
(An original poem by Blanca Donovan)