Anybody who knows me,
Knows I detest Liars.
They prickle my skin like stinging nettle,
Remembering cold knives –
Pressed against skin by circles of Babas.
I speak Truth.
I demand Truth.
Known for demanding very little –
“Impossible Dreams.”
If only I had KNOWN.
That life they admonished.
All lies.
“Varlet, thou liest! Thou liest, wicked varlet!”
