Monday, October 2, 2017

Random Word Poem: Truth

Antique notion anachronism when
it's so easy to get away with murder.
Flaw in humanity's backbone,
no rest for the schemer.
Wealthy promise no longer holds water.
Furious circus of twittering imbeciles...
why paint such a bleak picture?
Because the truth is always delicious,
albeit an acquired taste.

"beauty is truth, truth beauty--that is all
ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."


Keats


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