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WHEN I WAS LITTLE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

				

When I was little everyone was old or tall
An innocence that spiraled into free fall
Most everything then was black or white
Most everything then was wrong or right

I trusted anything that was dosed to me
I thought all ideas were given motive free
Then as I aged the white inched into to gray
The black wasn’t as inky like on the first day

Only natures action  are faithfully true
Veracity  depends  on “ what’s in it for you”
The truth can be skewed to suit any end
Omissions make deceit easy to comprehend

The truth isn’t as clear as best I can recall
Depends on the author, is it factual at all ?
The truth can be hazardous to ones health
It gets  in the way of accumulating wealth

Scams and shams should be an olympic sport
Like sworn testimony in many a court
Those guarantees that never will expire
Save the certificates for starting a fire

I am cynical, doubtful about any narration
Fidelity is now a figment of my imagination
It’s especially sad when the government lies
No regard for the impact on peoples lives

Those that are trustful keep close to you
Force all others to prove they are true
It’s easy to be honest, but easier to renege
What the hell happened on the road to big

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