The Lie

Is it something to be proud of,

Telling lies

Opening my mouth

To let out a string of yarn

Stretch into eternity

.

Should I be proud

That I wove it so well

It looks like

A natural vine

.

Should I be proud

That others pick up my yarn

And carry it

As a vine of truth

When really

It is just a dirty thread

.

What happens

When it begins to fray

When it begins

To decompose

Splintering off

Into little threads

Digging everywhere

.

What then?

When all that is left

Is empty hands

And they turn to face me

With stricken faces

Should I be proud

I conned so many people

.

Then

Should I be proud

I told

The Lie

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