by Philip F De Pinto

Lord knows
A huge fib
Has been perpetrated
On all of us
From the crib
On down

Lord knows
The nose
Only grows
In the telling of sooth
Not lies

Lord knows

We will take our truths to our graves
Not so our lies as their telling saves
Us great embarrassments
In cases where truth will not
Serve us well as ambassadors
As each lie has what it takes
To serve as surrogates for truth

Lord knows

We will take our truths to our graves
And may they rest in peace
Yes may they rest in peace
Even if we cannot

And whilst we live
May we have what it takes
to tell them

And still lies must be told for their own sake
And not simply in lieu of truths
For there is no telling what we'd do
If we did not have them ever at the ready
To use to tell somebody to go to hell
When we mean to send them to heaven


Posted on 05/15/2015
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/18/15 at 01:13 AM

That last stanza is intriguing, Philip. hell....heaven..... which will it be?

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