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This Morning

A poem about the lies we tell to maintain illusions.

This Morning This morning opened up my eyes, Realized my life is full of lies. While in my bed they swam through head And dragged me far from bright Godhead. My mom, my dad, my teachers lied; The priest, the Hindu guru guy. A d Holly ood? Well they’re the orst. They’ e e e eat out Catholi hur h. And ask myself, as sadness rise. How did the world become so vile? How could my parents smile and think The thi gs they did just did ’t sti k. But then I realize, just today, I told a lie and walked away. Did not think twice of this small vice. I’ sure it ade the orld ore i e. And this I do most every day, And though it turns my heart to clay. I just o ’t tell the truth I know. For doing so would spoil the show. Copyright Mike Sosteric http://dr-s.sociology.org/