But of course I have lied to you
I care what you think (it’s true).
And I care what you think of me.
Think of each day you do,
The blithe lies that smooth it through;
Whether omission or duplicity.
The social grace, words bent in bows
That way-lay fights and make friends of foes
Do you think it’s easy speaking such?
Enough to tip-toe the mines of rows
And smiling, weather wordly blows-
But no-not me! I care too much-
Too much, enough, to lie to you.