The truth is ugly as fuck.
And has no sorry to spare.
Harsh on the hen as with the duck,
Shortcut both to love and to despair.
The truth is jovial as the rain;
Arms wide open to welcome.
Though the crooked it does restrain,
With the upright would it gladly accustom.
The truth is a cheerful donor
With a sleight of hand,
It slips you the anchor
And swiftly, you meet with sands.
The truth is a sibling
Two sides of a dishonest coin.
Trigger to disgruntled quibblings,
Poultice to a depraved tenderloin.
