Finger Lickin Truth
If the truth was pretty
And it smelled just right…
Or it taste like a t-bone
And came in diet light…
If truth was static free
And came in easy stages…
Or in scratch n sniff colors
On large n glossy pages…
If the truth looked good
On my arm uptown…
Or sang like a bird
In a sequin gown…
But, … the fool is king, his folly law
His head is thick and fingers raw
Justice is blind and wisdom’s a pearl
Luck is a lady and Truth’s a girl
Her sister is good intentions
The procrastinating whore
Who knocks down the walls
And ignores all the doors
From her cuts I have learned
Truth is the flame, not the burn
She won’t change and she won’t bend
Way too uppity for my friends
To some, Truth is getting rich
And finding perfect mates
But Truth is just a lonely girl
Who never gets a date
Copyright © Blind Pathos | Year Posted 2013
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