Ant Smith


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