They're lying to themselves, or to you.

Figures by Marcus Ranum    (www.ranum.com)

Our unseeing eyes

He lost his lie

At the gay bar.

She propped hers up

At the feminist book launch.

He publicly took the pledge

Knowing it merely

Preached to the converted.

She told his mother

That only she could understand

The truth

Regarding her son

And proceeded to set the record straight.

They laughed inside the restaurant

While being internally deflated.

The propensity for falseness

In the gaze of the public eye

Is stronger than a promise.

Together or alone

We stand

Together or Divided

We don’t falter

Our delusion is stronger

Than blood

Our undoing

Oft realised never

Until it’s too late.                                                       

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