Whispers of Truth
by Michael Romani

The whispers said I'd find the truth
And I'd been an admirer since my youth
First question I admit that I had
And yes, I know that it's a little sad
Is does the truth have to be this crude?
And no, I was not meaning to be rude

There spelled out in all of its absurdity
Shocking bits that meagerly pass for creativity
Received by the audience with passivity 
In a landslide satire based on obscenity
Was a moment's glance at meeting my maker
And what I might say to my soul shaker

Sickened by our pleasures in depravity
Increasing degrees of addiction lived with hilarity
Wondering, dear God what is so wrong with me
As we wear our sins for all of the world to see
Certain that this was never our real intention
Maybe we should have sought some intervention

The greener grass turns out to be poison ivy
Lost in the discontent that I wouldn't deny me
Bargaining chips that all know the end score
Offering up hints of just a little more
There it is in the many lessons we have found
Still, these are the realities that keep us around

Instead of castaways on the Isle of Misfit toys
In the sad eyed company of other lost boys
Going over all the little things in our heads
That should have played differently than what we said
We can joke now after we have so carelessly bled
Pretending to ignore of what might have been instead

(c) October 9, 2017  Michael Romani
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