BITTER LIES THE TRUTH

If truth was like butter, easily spread

With a knife or spoon on a slice of bread

Would every lie thicken, unsweeten the paste ?

Spoil the jam, Corrupt the taste

The white, the black and even the gray

Would it save your life even just for a day ?

And stripping the layers with eyes of a sleuth

Is that what they call The Bitter truth ?

If lies were like clothes that one could wear

Suiting the climate adverse or fair

Would a single truth spoken darken the cloak?

Unravel the fabric with one master stroke

Undo the needle point carefully sewn

Would it bare the darkness of your unknown ?

And if a sugary word could bandage apply

Is that what they call The Sweet lie ?

- words that disturbed sleep at 4am on a Friday morning...don't ask why