Eyes gaze through the most opaque glass
as ears hear the words that emerge from an arse
Survival is paramount, "that," is no game
and poor excuses only render one lame.

The truth bores through the most tensioned steel
as a hand feels the crunch of a callousful heel
a lie to a stranger, will do no "one," harm
But to a friend will always break the calm.

A knowledge of life is a hard earned prize
yet a knowledge of ages with most will lie
To experience a pleasure or indeed a pain
One must be aware of how it were gained.

A People we are - that's one  - not three
so how is it some feel, "That's not me."
F&!k the lies and F&!k the pretence
and f&!k pretending that 
you make any sense!