TRUTH IS A STRANGER

TRUTH IS A STRANGER

Truth is a stranger, dangling from your lips,
And lies are crafty creatures, gnawing at your fingertips.

Your lips move and the gas prices soar,
Like a cunning vacuum cleaner salesman,
Traveling door to door.

Truth is a stranger, look in the mirror, you killed Ron and Nicole
And you will have to live forever with that blackness in your soul.

The day you crossed her threshold and used the bloody knife,
Destroying her beauty, annihilating two lives.

Truth is a stranger, and there are lies at every turn,
You set the torch to your own house, stood back to watch it burn.

Truth is like the enemy, on its tender flesh you choke,
Like on some poisonous cigarette where you take one final toke.

And it gives my heart a rush of glee to sit back and watch you trip,
And fall like a stone from your lavish throne, drunk on the vintage wine you sip.

Truth is a stranger, Mr. Governor, you sleep with prostitutes,
And think you’ll get away with it, you think the point is moot.

That surely you in all your power and your haute designer shirts,
Are immune from the luridness of your name dragged through the dirt.

You reek of double standard, it’s the woman not the man
Whose name is shamed and thought to blame for your trysts and one night stands.

And meanwhile all the honest ones are aghast at what they see.
Truth is like a stranger, imperiled fruit of the poisonous tree.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
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