i've come to realize
that everything is fiction.
everything is made
up
and twisted
by the mouth
that
gives us the story, the news,
their own
personal history.
we all do it.
we revise the past to make
us more palatable
to those
we know.
very little is truly true.
even the animals
at the zoo
say to one another, you
should have
see me
back in the day.
i was king of the jungle,
i could run like the wind.
no one had to cut
up my meat,
i could actually chew.
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