Cut me some slack, Jack!
I’ve done nothing recently
Most all my sins are past.
There were days when I
Could not tell the truth
Even if my life depended on it.
It was a weakness.
Some days still I find lies
Pulling at my tongue.
They are so much more
Interesting than my truths.
This is why I write.
Peace, people!
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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The young singer Charlie Fink not so long ago penned the words, ‘To a writer the truth is no big deal’. I rather liked that and, of course your poem.
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My mom used to say she hoped I’d be a writer because truth was like a foreign language to me.
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Then we should plan a mammoth fraud…maybe empty Fort Knox of bullion…then again I’ve overlooked my cowardly streak. A good liar must be able to carry it off!
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True. And I use my prevarications only for good.
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