Lying wine

the lies have been trampled on
those swollen, juicy deceptions
you've squished under your dance
your filthy feet that have carried
you through the dry dusty fields
pound all the liquid from your lies
and into the wooden tub you collect
the nauseating nectar pouring out
under the weight of your strutting
and those luscious lies sit awhile
all those words from your tongue
drool into the pool under your feet
and sit and bubble and ferment
how you make what you've said
taste ever sweeter as time lapses
how intoxicating the devious drink
how sweet the motion of your lips
the recitation of your insincere script
fills my glass time and time again
to meet the laughter of disbelief
the giggles to hide wounded tears
and to douse any hostile fires
this wine of lies you shower me with
for as long as you keep me full
under the guise of fermented lies
you think I'll forever of this drink
and be tied to your fruit of the vine
never realizing that one lurid eve
I've slit your vine and spilled your wine