Your radiant words—
Shiny, glowing, and full of promise—
Fool me not.
I have witnessed the way
Your warped lies wiggle
Like worms into dark soil.
You speak of liberty,
But captivating chatter rings hollow.
You are fluent in the language of the Oppressor.
Your rancid words—
Slimy, groping, and full of poison—
Fooled me before.
-Day Two of http://www.napowrimo.net
The Read-e-ologist 
Do we get these delicious morsels every day of April?
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