We Know Her

They bought her bullshit 

As if it were for sale,         

Long drawn out stories

Usually of lovers long past

And multiples, at that. 

It only took one real, hard look

Plus a bullshitter's ear

To ferret out the lies she spun

Quite well, to the untrained ear. 

But my Dear, as I chuckled inside,

My ears were highly trained

My eyes shone as bright as

Any polished mirror shone at night

Who was I to curtail your tales of 

Love, attained, orgasmic and lost?

Just another sightseer in the crowd...

No, not tonight, you are alone with

your tales of love. I have Many too

I'll save them for another time, 

For when your eyes finally see

The mirror in my eyes that hides

The bullshit poet in me.