Teller Of Myths Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lieing is as much part of the culture,
As is deceit, embellishment and fantasy.

One honest in this kind of environment,
Is easily disregarded...
As a relic of a time.
Before the creation of movies...
Was conveniently the medium to use.
To depict the re-creation...
Of a history no one remembers.

'My great-great-great-great grandfather,
Designed and cobbled the boots worn...
By all the crew members on The Mayflower.
AND...
Left his own shoelaces to dry,
On top of Plymouth Rock.
I have that confirmed on parchment,
Among my treasured archives.
That's how my family obtained our 'social' registry.'

And that's part of who it is we are.
With denial defiantly displayed,
As a confirmation to cement...
The legitimacy of a nontruth.
Or whatever it is one wishes to claim.
With a snobbishness as phony as the teller of myths.
And...
These folk tale tellers all over the place.
And becoming quite common in distorting anything,
That 'had' been considered legitimately realistic.