Oh to be thought an angel
though not in the heavenly sense.
attributed with that most pleasant vice
an absense of trivial pretence.
That is , to deceive on a daily basis
to cheat, to falsify. to allure.
By some false interpretation
of a veneer so much less than pure.
what of he who endures under distort
misidentifies all that he says,
wearing the mask of another's truth
to avoid selfindused forays.
A 'little white lie' that common deceit
it is said will assuage the aflicted,
but surely the strength of the fact will endure
if applied with all virtues inducted.
A rose by any other name would
build a false contraption,
for names, baptized, not alibies
ensure freedom from invention.
Deseption is more culpable of
fraudulence and fiddle,
whilst wearing someone else's garb
is somewhere in the middle.
And what is my pretence? you ask
I fear I may have non,
for should a lie fall from my lips
I suddenly become 'anon'.