No, I wasn’t out past curfew
Never would I drink a single drop
Oh no, I did not stay up past twelve
Disobey you? You must be dreaming
Oh, it’s just little white lies strung together
A garland of lies in white gracing my neck
A nervous bride soon to join her groom
Tell you honestly, this I will
No I never stole from that convenience store
I would never think to drink and drive
Try some pot? You’re dreaming again
Oh, they’re getting darker strung along
A garland of lies in gray gracing my neck
A nervous bride caught glimpse of her groom
What is it this time, a bank robbery
Was it me? Oh no, I would never
I had no part in the murder
Of that poor black boy
Blood and gore is too much for me
Oh, I’m getting in far too deep
A garland of lies in black gracing my neck
A bride and groom hungry for the bedroom
What have I done, lying to get out of trouble
Bigger and bigger they grew, elaborate too
I dug myself a hole and pushed myself in
I have no choice but to face the consequences
Building a ladder of truth to exit this hole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the imagery in the end.Great poem :)