mendacity (Remove filter)
Telephony
'How are you - how's it going?'
I don't want to answer, but
'I'm good, thanks,'
it's a bald-faced lie,
Life is a jumble.
but, I join the customary
dance of mendacity
Making a report,
'I was in the hospital,'
'Oh yeah?' in her sing-song
'Tell me all about it,'
she pretends to cough
using the action to glance
at the cell in her hand
--eyes roll, then
she feigns caring eyes.
I...
Saturday 13th March 2021 2:53 am
Dominatrix, Doyenne, Shaman
She held fast to truth, this
Grim taskmaster, serving
Lashes to the mendacious,
And kisses to the veracious.
And all wanted to serve her,
Uncovering the wounds of
Brutal honesty, one kick to the
Crotch or messy cuddle at a time.
No one asks for enlightenment
In a Dungeon until the dominatrix
Shines through moral fog and
Removes both fear and reticence.
And secrets are sloughed of...
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 3:32 pm
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