I am no good at insincerity.
Even in jest, I speak with clarity.
New strangers expecting my open arms…
Don’t get that, at first, I’m gaging their harms.
I’m also prone to stretching truth wholly.
I’ve gilded the facts with hyperbole.
Drama is a matter of apertures.
Accessible even by amateurs.
Truth from the left don’t resemble the right.
Is the truth of day the same at midnight?
Kernels of truth in an epic fable…
Shine thru eons enriching round tables.
For, lies told widely with evil intent…
Cannot muffle truth’s ring & what is meant.