I am a big fan of embellishing alternate truths
Shillyshallying between exaggeration and de-emphasizing
Trivialities like measurements of my weight or hips
The amount of sleep I got last night
How much water I (actually) drink
Or maybe, wind chills in depth of midwinter.
‘Course actual widths and breadths
Can’t be changed by repetition or recitation
And I can hear my mother on the phone
Empathizing in her soft, low sweet drawl
even though she doesn’t really believe me.
Some surveys say we tell two lies every day but
This strikes me as surprisingly low.
I have the feeling that people
Were insincere about the extent of lies
Accuracy & honesty wane while i stumble closer
To the approximate vicinity of Truth
It is much preferable to lean comfortably against hyperbole.
It’s quieter now that I have squelched (the Wicked) Jiminy Cricket
And the silence
Won’t bother me til early mourn.
Pinocchio and Jiminy Cricket by artist Kaws