"Grain of Salt"

[GoodtimeJesus]

I've given up on promises
Making them. Keeping them. Believing them.
They're lies in sheep's clothing
To be digested with a mountain, not grain, of salt
With the sole purpose of convincing some child
That the world is brighter, safer than it is.
The promise, the primrose of hypocrisy!
Because no one is ever sure that something can and will happen
Beyond a reasonable doubt.
And if they say they're certain,
They're not interested in the truth.
Because the truth is,
Promises were made to be broken.

I enjoyed reading this! My favorite parts were where you played around with cliche or conventional language a little - "lies in sheep's clothing", "To be digested with a mountain, not grain, of salt" and "primrose of hypocrisy" really stood out. It made me think about the received language we have to talk about truth and falsehood, and how strange it can be. A poet who does this really well is Kay Ryan (see "Crocodile Tears"), and there's this great article by Joe Weil about playing with cliches that I've found really helpful and I think gets at what you're trying to do here (unless I'm completely misreading you!). Hope that helps - I think you've got some really appealing ideas here that, as a reader, I'd love to see more fleshed out.