Truth

Truth is a bruise

Lies are the cancer

Smash all the rules

But you don’t find an answer

Avarice in the pit

Accelerate the rot

The numbness doesn’t fit

But it’s the only thing you’ve got

Imitate the dead prelate

To situate your stoic fate

Of stumbling sleepily

Through corners deep, a sea

Of shame, where the chalk is erased

And the last thing left is your name

A gram, a bag, an ounce of humility

Held guilty by the county law, a fee

Of human greed, devoid of alacrity

A suited spree to comfort me

But it’s a painful price to pay

And I’m concluding from your brooding

That the choosing was ill-suited

And I knew this, wasn’t clueless

Deceived the preacher and the pulpit

Yet I’m the only one who noticed

The only one who lifted a protest

Once again the one you spewed at

The source of the backlash

It’s plain to see that it hurts

Emotions run high and your nerves fit to burst

It’s a sad situation

When the one you despise

Has all the answers