I have the art of the casual smile cut and dried,
My glittering eyes bespoke a life of happiness
Forever and ever. Amen.
No tension lines threaten my lies, twitching
at jerky mouth or eyes. I am my own puppeteer-
in complete control. I am God-like.
Honest in my dishonesty, my lies are pure,
unbroken by those traitors – "Truth" –
No, my lies are truthful in their utter falsity.
It means nothing. And nothing is bliss.