The tin man returns, 

vindictively oiled and greased,

spouting stupid stuff.

*

On a blank canvas
they draw invisible lines.
They call it the truth.

What truth? I wonder
but I’m not an art critic
so it must be truth.

Nothing is the truth,
so everyone draws a blank
and the tin man smiles.

*

A millionaire’s truth
is not really quite the same
as a poor man’s truth
but
it’s necessary
to make the poor man believe
his truth is the same.