They hide the truth with half-lies
Say words that dance and never denies
The skillful tongue is a wanted prize.
But why do I come to this fiction?
By what need do I crave this friction?
Every hidden depth a contradiction.
They sling stories of deep despair
Once strong friendships left to disrepair
The joke on all but a cynical pair.
Use your weapons of mass distraction
Every scratch not nearly a fraction
Of your false honor in easy action.
Though the questions should have been clear
And hindsight normally has no peer
I now laugh without a trace of fear.