You, who would have me believe
your greatest charity was to fool me
and that somehow feeding me bits from
the brunt and depth of your deception
was a kindness I should have appreciated
at least while you were doling it out like
a rich dowager to a gaggle of stinking
humanity from your mountain of pity
I am sorry that I failed you
You, who put such a premium
on honesty, and, indeed,
tossed me away having caught me
in your sort of lie, the sort that only
the most honest can understand
Again, I'm sorry I failed you
and, well, to be perfectly honest
(once and finally) when you told
this to me I thought you weren't
lying
You, who have taught me that
the biggest truth is so confounding
only the best of us can use it and
for me to try was pure folly
having no practice in twisting things
first arms, then wills, then my
pure and simple truth
I am sorry I failed you
You, who are safe on your mountain
where no one dare pull a brick
or a stone or even a single blade
of grass out from under you
I defer to you dear,
my one and greatest lie