poemetry

2020-5-10

honesty is my option
of last resort.
anything but that,
and i mean anything:
avoidance
distraction
dissipation (how quaint)
and if all else fails
there’s always someone
somewhere
i can blame
for anything.
who needs honesty
and all that
pain, shame, and
goddamn introspection
as if that were
somehow more valuable
than the good-times happy-talk
of my mind
protecting me
from feeling bad?
honesty can kiss my ass.
what good
has it ever
done for me?

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