Ant Smith

Anger

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

Anger