If the truth was pretty

And it smelled just right…

Or it taste like a t-bone

And came in diet light…

If truth was static free

And came in easy stages…

Or in scratch n sniff colors

On large n glossy pages…

If the truth looked good

On my arm uptown…

Or sang like a bird

 In a sequin gown…

But, … the fool is king, his folly law

His head is thick and fingers raw

Justice is blind and wisdom’s a pearl

Luck is a lady and Truth’s a girl

Her sister is good intentions

The procrastinating whore

Who knocks down the walls

And ignores all the doors

From her cuts I have learned

Truth is the flame, not the burn

She won’t change and she won’t bend

Way too uppity for my friends

To some, Truth is getting rich

And finding perfect mates

But Truth is just a lonely girl

 Who never gets a date