what the hell...

I'm
grinning

ridiculously

to myself

at the
photocopier.

I stifle a laugh
at the sink.

My bemused colleagues

would shake your hand

IF

they knew
you were responsible

for this
latest upgrade

of me.

Liar

I don't want to lie
But I
Have been blessed
with a creative mind.

The stories  I tell
Don't intend to hurt
More polish and refine
The truth to a shine.