I see no point in it,

I see no point in it,

Truth telling

Is better for the soul

There is no future in denial,

Eventually the dog

Will bite you in the arse.

Lies slip off the tongue

Too easily

Freshly buttered

Coated with syrup

To ease the progress

Of their sugar-coated sweetness,

Tastier than

The bitter fruit

Of coercion.

We fall into it

With open eyes

Get dragged down into

Ensnared

Enveigled and seduced

Slow slow

Then quick as you like

Swallowed

We succumb

Drown in

Our own muck

Dirty little secrets

Sticky beaked

Red eyed

And full of sorrow

A cough and a splutter

From safety

It might as well

Be a country mile

For all the good

Contrition does

When it comes

Far too late in the day.