Canards

People tell me lies, 
about my small disguise. 
 
They think 
I'm hiding something', 
when I'm really 
hiding nothing.
 
All the lies 
and all the rumors, 
feels like 
I've been eaten 
by consumers. 
 
It is getting annoying; 
I have a message 
for them, 
which I will be 
deploying. 
 
People are suspicious, 
for something 
sort of delicious. 
 
They want 
a nutritious serving, 
of embarrassments 
for lunch. 
 
Something they can 
gobble up, 
and they want it 
in a bunch!