Ant Smith

All poems

Trust me

You cannot trust celebrities they live to fuck the youth
You cannot trust a fashion king who flaunts his birthday suit
You cannot trust a priapic in a barrel of prostitutes
You cannot trust Samaritans or the good they claim they do
You cannot trust the printer's ink it rubs off on to you
You cannot trust a big loudmouth in a world that whispers truths

You cannot trust a pleasure to keep you in the pink
You cannot trust a lunatic to tell you what he thinks
You cannot trust the word of god for words are empty things
You cannot trust the air you breathe or water that you drink
You cannot trust your memories they're vagrants from the brink
You cannot trust your senses when everything just stinks

But you can trust that soon enough you'll come to trust too much
For you can only trust good folk when they've turned to dust