A Dash of Hypocrisy

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I’ll meddle my way into muggy waters,

Sit beside Hypocrisy’s daughters.

We’ll chat and we’ll dance,

My loyalties will prance.

But Honesty finds a way,

To keep myself at bay.

Hands sculpt the truth,

My mouth paints a lie,

Maybe therein lies the rotten tooth,

Or the forgiving cry.

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