Two thousand pounds on a late afternoon, and I found him out.
I exposed his exuberance as a lie.
Guiltily I corrected an inaccuracy, I would have loved to accept.
But what then would truth be to me?
An abstract bullshit term like uh huh and no no?
Maybe, but transparency is a lark.
The only vehicle we can rely on in an untrustworthy universe.
I say what I say like a flood gate in a hurricane.
Open lines make every body/any body free.
You won't see Newton cloaking his three laws.
Are you a lark or an owl?
Forgive me for my transgression.
A keeper of truth must be fair and not fair weathered.
Will I Will I Will I wake up early or go to bed late?
I will swoop down upon my prey following the three laws of motion.
Square and Fair.