Smiley twisted faces

In front of his screen he sits

and plots,

The names he talks to

and the smiley faces he tries to impress,

Its as if they aren't real and it doesn't matter, so

He lies through his rotten teeth but
the penny has dropped

and rolled across the floor

its rolled past the smiley faces

the new conversations

the three ways

the patronising liar has lost his coin

Theres a leak in the faces

a small tunnel

his lies can come through and be perceived

His plot has a knot in its tail

they see through the stories

the tales of teachers

the tales of new found loves at the far off land

he tries to make me feel bad

and it works

I feel bad

for him