Tricky

You play black and white
and forgot your actual color is dog-shit gray
You wear different fragrant with different people you met
but to me I will always recognize
that dog-shit smell

As I drill a hole through your head
you keep on spewing craps out of your mouth
as your nose keeps on growing and your pants burning
You swear the truth behind every translucent lies
and lie your heart away in tune with the truth

I can't diagnose you, you have tricky symptoms
I can't look at you, your color is depressing
I can't stand by you, you smell of dog-shit



p/s: Inspired by the character Mother in 6 Characters in Search of an Author, by Luigi Pirandello.