Brain vomit#116

I've made a mess out of things
That mirror spills more truths about your lies
Consequences reflect on ill mannered decisions made
That gleam in the eye is not intelligence but idiotic lunacy.

Ludacris to this
Contradicting to that
Hypocrite to meet the means
Not fluent for the the facts.

A realization needs to be put up front
Not shoved into the back seat of your car
Where you hide your stash and use that pizza
Box to cover the stain.

A proposition to help you on your way
Mourn the grave you helped dig
To bury that which will never die
But shall fester and rot like us all