The truth about lies may come as a surprise.
I’ve been told since youth, people want the truth.
But a bond need be there, before truth can you share.
Honesty with a stranger, poses such a danger
People are quick to judge you, overlooking virtue.
You may tell a friend, they have a big rear-end
But someone you just met won’t want to hear that yet.
So it becomes a task, if they happen to ask.
How I answer instead, is partially in my head.
Out loud they will hear I don’t think you have a big rear.
Inside my head I’d complete, that is actually a large seat
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