Honesty, my friend used to say, 
Needs to be pushed, 
Dishonesty pushes you,

While his words were handsome,
As much as he,
I dared to reject it,
Though it was in my head already 

The sink never fills,
For each rejected drop runs away 
Like honesty place at bay
By people, who once were humored in life,
And you helped,

Now they are dishonest,
They are to you,
Cannines you treated, that bit 
But you to them,
Are a beautiful cause to life 
And a product of their art of dishonesty