honesty is bullshit
it takes sweat
it takes regret, stuffs it
up the, or down the
throat of those you claim to love
or, or, perhaps
those who hang around the fringes
pretending you matter.
i don’t know, it feels
like a sick kind of dichotomy
stetching the wretched confines
of the mind, the worst part of those deep deep recesses
dark dank and rarely visited.
virtuous nonsense, yes virtue
can exhibit signs of it, for sure
i think i’m preferring silence
peace, let’s keep it
sure, honesty keeps one
pure, judgmental, stark
naked and hung out to flake away
into the creeping
that awaits, the chosen preference of the day.
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