Shifting Sand

it takes a splattering fool and a compromised tool to chip away truth from a certain pretentious clown of no worth, other than to be thrown in the trash and discarded filth never belongs above ground the stench rarely smothered as the days wear on and they do by the bright of the noon day sun revealing the lies from everyday flies leaving maggots behind as they do shifting sands never remain across noble hearts how could they? disingenuous and shallow they howl in the wind as the melody escapes with nothing but carnage beside and a foul smell the wolf screams in disgust and with a nod of his head he is gone, back to the darkness back to the den away from the shambles behind ...