The Lies Speak for Themselves

We smile because we know
We’re real and we mean business.
We arrange ourselves in rows,

As you do with your bodies
Sometimes when you dance and chant
Us among yourselves, and thus

Reproduce nothing but us.
Have you never noticed dust
Has nothing to do with you?

We are what’s to do with you.
We are the caches of false
And true, the underpinnings

Of all understanding, since
Understanding is deceit.