🪵 Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant 🪵 Poem by James McLain
🪵 Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant 🪵
truth's is a wild woman,
teeth capped, breasts showing,
well mannered
a beautiful thing, that sits up straight quite pretty.
you give her food,
She looks at me deeply.
so I build her, her own room,
the priest called it kindness,
I paint it bright colors:
such a lie is easier to swallow.
if her bed smells like a bouquet of blooming roses.
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