poetry, writing

Pants on Fire

Skirting the truth, we all do it. Most of the time with good intentions.

But I’m still amazed when a full-grown adult tells absolute lies.

Well, not really anymore; we’re growing tolerant and stopping questions,

Perhaps out of sheer exhaustion or not wanting to deal with the cries.

But let’s get real. Proof is proof. Seeing is believing.

Adults shouldn’t need to babysit grown-up adults either.

Dancing around the truth and shifting blame is tiring.

Why are people surprised when privileges go to the ether?

If you abuse it, you lose it. Sometimes it can be even worse;

you only have yourself to blame, that will be your curse.

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