These past years
I’ve met difficulty
When it comes to honesty
And since:
I’ve unlocked my ears
Shook hands with my fears
And plead a promise to the years yet to come
Typically my lies are part of a sum:
That I place most modestly
On the end of my thumb
And smear on my craft
Just to call it dumb
I’m a hypocrite
Of course I’ve written a sonnet
And upon it
I sit
Slightly desperate
But I challenge my talent
And preform my pageant
I can take a hit
In an ex agent
Of a narrow creed
And foolish needs