I punched you to break
your grinning false face.
It split the mandible
away from the temporal bone.
Your flapping tongue
formed no more falsehoods
about yourself and others
and the last forty-nine hundred years
from the day you claimed
you cold beat copper and tin into bronze.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
postscript
The title is a play on the Heinlein character Lazarus Long who lived over 2000 years.
This poem is me venting on the latest round of President Trump’s whoppers and expressing the frustration and anger I feel toward the man in words instead of inappropriate actions.
Umflop 
Right on
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