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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.
I already wrote a blog somewhere else. But this poem is essentially about seeing the truth after the fact, even when it should have been obvious. And being able to laugh about it.
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