Truth
To some it is overrated
To others it is never done
A lie is but the underside of truth
To spin a web of deceit is only
The stretching of the facts for greater appeal
Lies will be facts if they link in a reasonable sequence
A speck or two of the known
Can easily enfold and camouflage
The truths that must never be told
People may believe as they are required
When a lie is beautifully told
To embellish and smooth the rough edges
Is but to make a lie more palatable
Consumption is known to lead to acceptance
Despite digestion
Later unearthing inconsistencies
Time is truths good friend on occasion
Fiction that was never meant to be real
May attain legitimacy
As time works its magic
Usage can and does transform
The bare bones of truth
For we are
In an age that loves spin
To admit you lied is never done
To be caught out is to have
Done a sloppy inconsistent job
Woe betide
Those found to have lied knowingly
To be fooled is to the victim
A violation of trust
A shameful realization that
What we think we know
Is not what it actually is
Truth can vary
Depending on the ear that receives it
Receptiveness coupled with pre-conceived ideas
Is the key to the cons
That truth may have in store
A dangerous thing is a lie
That never attains
The status of un-contentious truth
It travels a very tempestuous road
There is never any place for doubt
If a fact is to be considered such
Truths must be logical
Truths must be flexible
Truths as always depend on you
Accept what you will
Believe what you must
Don’t ever
Blindly trust
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