White Lie
It began microscopic
An Insignificant detail
Once rolling, I couldn't stop it
A snowball tale from Hell
My conscious, very guilty
Ethic ducks are single file
But something white and filthy
Put my morality on trial
I try to pick the best of two evils
Stretch the scenario, pop them with truth
A pound of sugar or 2 wild bulls
Beat and bruised or an aching tooth
A rock and a hard place
A fib or a foe
Tried saving some face
Now watch my nose grow
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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