Poetry: In lieu of the Blackest of Lies

Red lies draw themselves up from their well of spite,

Blue lies each turn away from the watchful light,

Green lies are always given with a stretched-out grin,

But every humble white lie lies out of reach of sin.

Silver lies announce themselves with a microphone and stage,

Gold lies are shining snares leading to an iron cage,

Copper lies they twist with the twist of every wire,

But white lies all burn gently, as dull shadows of fire.

Red lies can draw back in the midst of that lying moment,

Blue lies can end with the end of their founding torment,

Green lies can always fade if pride chooses to fall,

But white lies aren’t regretted... ... I mean, why regret them at all?