Walking on clouds, an intoxicated spirit
staggering, hollering and grinning insanely
"Not me," it says, "no, not me, not me, I'm sober"
"that drinking demon I disown," it chirps
"Not me who did that drunk-driving, no, no, not me"
I wonder at the truth being abused like this
doesn't it ever fight back?
"Stand up, Mr/Ms Truth," I shout, "be brave, fight back"
"No, not me, no, no, not me," the Truth whines
"I'm a peaceloving ..."
"Coward," I suggest
"No, no," it whimpers, "a pacifist, a good and kind pacifist"
"A Mr/Ms Truth without truth?" I wonder
"No, no, I'm the one and only Truth, the one to believe"
"Then speak up," I say, "The Truth should be clear-cut
only speaking incontrovertible proofs of the Truth
so is this spirit a drunk-driver or not, a murderer or not"
"Everything is relative, especially the Truth," Mr/Ms Truth says
That's when I kicked him/her ...
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