Middle Aisles

How am I supposed to rid myselfOf this gnawing in my belly?The lies that sit thereWill surely eat me from the inside outThe gut is a funny placeIt does not like to be emptyRefusing to wait on the truthsThat grow slowly in our gardensOverly full of the easily accessiblePackaged liesAll up ‘n down

The middle aisles

I believe I’ll walk on. See what the end will be.