Pinocchio is a puppet.
He tells the lies his ventriloquist puts in his mouth.
Pinocchio’s nose grows with every word he speaks.
Pinocchio’s face hangs on a banner in the Halls of Justice.
Pinocchio’s head has termites,
and one day he will be a pile of dust.
He spews the narrative of his masters
across the airways, across the grid,
into every termite infested head in the country.
They eat up his words like dogs that eat their own vomit.
Pinocchio is a propaganda puppet.
If you analyze him into his components,
you’ll find nobody there–
just dead termites and wood shavings.
Don’t let him fool you.
Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine and has self-published 13 books of poetry. You can sample poems form his blog: https://theroadstopshere.blogspot.com/