Yellow Bellied Bird

I am amused at my muse when she took action to cut me loose

thinking it would do to confuse the two,

that is, I refer to the lies alluded as truths,

used to supplement the ruse

which has continued to stew and stir, until I can only concur,

it has furthered the hurt by excusing the flirts,

and while she unjustly chooses to blur

what I know to be factual and she actually heard,

never once deterring what actually occurred

allowing it to continue to swirl and swivel,

fabricated boundary lines deferred to a dribble

of predictable predicaments predicated

on nothing more than dilapidated instruments

since electing to sit and perch

as a yellow-bellied bird,

while continuing to chirp his incessant imaginary canary words.