honesty is bullshit
it takes sweat
it takes regret,
stuffs it up the long forgotten
lies you perfected-
down the throats
of those you claim to love
or perhaps, at least
those who hang around the fringes
of your life
pretending you matter.
a sick kind of dichotomy
stretching the wretched
confines of your mind,
the worst parts of those recessed
valleys, dark dank and rarely visited.
virtuous nonsense, yes virtue
can exhibit signs of it
the bullshit, i think i’m preferring
the silence, peace, let’s keep it quiet
honesty keeps one pure, less dark
stark and starched white
in beliefs
actually- often left naked and hung out
to flake away into a creeping
regretful silence that awaits
your chosen preference of the day.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh – revision #2 9/1/21
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