Truth socializes with everyone
But seems to have few friends
At gatherings it shatters
Into a million wafers
Melting on tongues
Or spit out on the floor
Finally it creates a disturbance
And is asked to leave
No one seems to know its address
Though our best detectives
Have tried to follow it home
One night I passed it on the street
It stopped and smiled at me
And said, 'Go ahead my friend
There's no lie I haven't heard'
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