True or False?
When lies become the common
method of exchange,
answers breed suspicions
in the carcass of respect. And
when the infection starts to rip apart muscles
in the legs of Truth and inflame
the control centers of our sanity, the weary soon
wander off into a litter strewn, junked up desert where
the weak become more obliging
to the strong and where the misguided perish
from thirst less than a mile
from a crystal cool, palm shaded,
fresh water lake.
© 2019 Paul Howard Nicholas