Truth Haiku Poem by Ethan Moyer

F**k our dream prisons,
F**k our great reich religions
Open doors, faithless.

Truth, I can’t find you.
Truth answered posthumously,
I was never there.

Perception sweet friend,
You make everyone so very
Uncomfortable.

God is dancing in
A 3 hour strip show on,
Every 6th street, Sunday.

Truth is wandering,
The one sure of everything,
Is most sickening.


Truth brings
All divine things,
Divine Hypocrisy.