I met a man made half of lies,
and half of clothes,
and half of knives
like eager teeth.
Three halves is nice,
because you can
at any time drop half
yourself and be complete.
So he explained,
and smiled wide.
My end was neat, until
I saw the half himself
that he had dropped
straight into me
was made of lies.
I smiled back, full
of deceit.
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