
My moral compass wakes up pretty quickly
Whenever I tell a lie, to remind me
That lying for any reason is wrong
And while I may have an aversion strong
To outright lies, in a different light I see
A half-truth, a stretched truth, hyperbole
Sometimes the truth unvarnished and plain
Is boring, difficult, or causes pain
Sometimes people pester me for a reply
And with a truthful answer I cannot satisfy
Their curiosity, or make them leave me alone
In such case an innocuous lie my conscience would condone
I try to lie only about things that pertain to me
Without causing anyone else harm hopefully
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The trouble with all kinds of lying is but one
To remember your lie is easier said than done
So once you have embellished the truth or lied
You need more lies and exaggerations to hide
Your original untruth, or you could lose permanently
What is really important for you- your credibility
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I am a human being as flawed as they come
Here’s what I’ve realized after making blunders some
Silence is golden is the mantra to go by
When the truth is difficult, but so is a lie
If you must say something, try to tell
A lie that is close to the truth as well
Thus you avoid the chain reaction
That starts with a lie in an interaction
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On lies and lying here’s my parting thought
Just don’t lie to yourself, no matter what
Isn’t it strange that we call them little white lies when white conjures of something so pure. Nothing pure about lying. Even the little white ones we tell ourselves.
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