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by Vicki Acquah on Tuesday, January 25, 2011 / revised  edit.

You think flattery and bull-dung will get you everywhere.  But when the worm turns, they flatter you and dangle carrots... and on your crawl back home, coughing and snotting all over the place. You will remember that old sofa or... the few who were really with you in your time of need;   Those who gave you a warm blanket...and maybe some tea.
One day you'll remember when no one was there but Mamma or a best friend. The old blanket and a cup of tea, they sat with you every night and nursed you on that old sofa till well—They told you of those faults, that you could not see. You could not see your faults with eyes filled with deceit, Now with eyes no longer scheming.  
You may one day see the light. You may even say " I love you"...and tell yourself that you were wrong". You may even find a soul inside that empty temple. If sorry is so hard to say, because all you think of is yourself. You’ll keep feeling, it is right to spew untruths and continue thinking simple.  
You may say “whats done is done”  Speaking loud, and last, and long;. Speaking loud and long does not make you right!.…
You’ll just go on and on, never admitting that you were wrong. "Oh" The more you repeat the lie; The more it becomes your truth...It does become your truth…Now it is your gospel song.  Then someone will tell you, what your sick soul wants to hear, then once again you'll waddle in pain, never understanding “That flattery and bull-crap are the same” just that;
Making righteous, virtues most impossible.
Love will check bull-crap at the door every-time it crosses truth's threshold. Friends are standing along side, Looking sad, Please check all evil thoughts before you lose the best friends you’ve had. Love is waiting for you to change…”nothing ventured nothing gained”.
So come on in, leave dissension outside the door- if you do not like it here, we will be happy to refund to you, your "misery''...as you exit the store.  
No questions asked, as long as you stay in your own lane... “Oh well no crash” The Ugly Truth gets uglier….  
So If you need to be dazzled with bull-crap and flattered with lies. Try truth for a change. Because people who love you, can see right through the plastic disguise.. You will be, the biggest fool, and not very clever;  Too big to say, “sorry I was wrong”- So the "Ugly Truth get's more sour, with every passing hour. The pain of truth will soon subsides, but lies torment forever.!
Written by
Vicki Acquah  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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