Ant Smith

All poems

Honestly dishonest

I believe that honesty's
divisible by a whisker
love it's vim, and it's vigour
Hate it's ancient candid rigour
To be right's not arrogant,
but then to be dumb's not wise
With my cloak of honesty
and shield to inflect lies
I don't so much find I speak,
more I proselytise
Idiocy's the last refuge
of a roguish man
Silence never offers prophets
more than gaudy secret lockets
Silence seeps in deep desires
So many covert secret smiles
Trouble finds me in it's heart
as I take a stand
Honesty in equal parts
both gifts and curses man