POEM: Pile of Lies

they called him “The Kamikaze”

he worked for old mama Stasi

cutting and cupping skull caps

keeping it hush, under wraps

then he’d crash a plane-load of lies

each clad in a clever disguise

dressed up like god’s own truth

sliding past even super-sleuths

a pile of seed for future lies

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