Truth went on a rampage
Determined to track down lies
Seek and you shall find
And sure enough it found them
At the Big Yellow Storage Depot
Small white ones packed in squishy
Little cufflink and bejewelled boxes
Tea chests of delicate china ones
Wrapped in racy, redtop newspaper
And lurking right at the back, looming great black ones
Whoppers, big enough to elect a small African state dictator.
They were all stored there in the dark and gloomy coldness.
Truth unfurled a small one sheathed in a leather folio
A lie about expenses and an illicit meeting
An aching pain took hold at the back of its head
It carefully unwrapped the little white china lies
Teacups, saucers and side plates of sorrow
With gold leaf and filigree detailing.
Then full dinner service porkies of fine porcelain
Behind were the big boxed-up black lies
Heavy antique furniture chests of ebony and oak
Their bubble-wrap, strapping and taping held fast
And it took an age to break the seal.
After an eternity of unwrapping and ripping, truth was in
Those big black lies were solid and heavy to bear
The head pain turned to a neck pain
Turned to a back pain and a chest pain
And a deep welling pit of stomach sickness
The feeling pulsed and spilt and spread
Then truth knew it had gone too far
Wanting to know but now wishing it had not
And not alcohol nor analgesics nor apologies
Relieved the pain of knowing.
And not knowing what to do
With the knowing.
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