Displacement Activity

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Song

This song's a lie, nicely packaged.
There's no honesty here;
Little sincerity;
No passion in the facility
With which I arrange words.

This is just a construct,
Designed to seduce you
With cleverness,
Daring lack-of-rhythm,
Asymetrical arrangement.

It doesn't even rhyme;
I don't love you enough
To spend five minutes
With a liar's dictionary
Picking out pretty phrases.

If I hadn't broken the lines
Up arbitrarily, and
Abused some punctuation,
It'd just be a few trite sentences
Huddled at the top of the page.