On trying to make a point but failing

This is the truth, going under
Under truth going
And it’s because the
Since wherever it was and

This is a lie, starting over
Isn’t as much as
Like it never ought and well
Proof’s in the eating and more as

This is a lovely tight
Corset of pain which, incidentally, is
And only the start of over, like
Like a lie, different but

This is a predisposition, why
Never in the blood stroke, never
Just as well to think in
Thoughts, unless