Don’t tell me what you really think,
Tell me what you want me to think,
I know what you mean
From what you didn’t tell me,
For it will soothe me to hear,
Your version of a much more boring truth
Oh really! Indeed! How lovely!
Will my reply be.
My sword of vindication sheathed,
Since you say the rehearsed truth.
But impaled be the one who speaks bluntly
Of the insufferable truth.
I need not anyone to spell the obvious.
My inside are already too noisy.
Know the truth and sell it not
Keep it to yourself and spill it not
We all mask our outside and hope
That the truth will be beyond their ken.