"The truth shall set you free,"
said the madman,
standing in the middle of the street.
Bored in my mundane life,
craving some excitement,
I took his advice;
swallowed a truth-pill.
I thought it was the no cost alternative
of bungee jumping.
Wrote to the country leader:
I raise a toast every day
for electing someone
having perfect empty space
between his auditory transducers.
Told the office leader:
I envied him,
for his remarkable capacity of
saying 'yes' to the 'ups'.
Then, asked the domestic leader:
why I always find others
more sexy than her.
The mad man gaped in horror,
asked me:
"Are you raving mad?
At least bungee jumping comes
with a safety cord."
Truth did set me free;
now I am on the streets,
looking for someone to pump my stomach
and a strong dose of a purgative.
I need help,
yet with the mad man's advice
I have learnt
never to say it.
Now I say:
"How can I help you, please?"
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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The truth of the matter is, that one had to pay attention in this parable and once one did it became evident that a good lie is always safer than the truth. A fun read my friend
🤣 I have tried the pill often. The outcomes were consistent - being left with nothing.
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‘The truth shall set you free’ - if there’s one set of words in the bible which would get an old unbeliever’s pulse racing, then you’ve found it! The question then becomes, what to do with this newfound knowledge? You have had a red hot and very interesting go…..however there may, of necessity, be other solutions…..
Very much enjoyed this.
Thank you very much. Really appreciate your read and commenta.🙏
Truth with no brakes is a hell of a ride, and you show exactly how honesty turns feral once it leaves theory and hits real lives.
Darkly funny, sharp as broken glass—this poem knows freedom isn’t clean, and sometimes the bill comes due immediately.
It was actually a thought experiment. While in strictest sense truth tempered by wisdom is not truth, I pushed truth to it's logical extreme to map the consequences. Thank you very much for your visit and comment. Appreciate your support 🙏
This lands hard, my friend. It’s darkly funny and deeply unsettling at the same time…truth as something corrosive rather than liberating. That inversion really works. Another brilliant poem, dear poet. Keep them coming! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Please accept my gratitude for your kind words. Thank you 🙏
Most welcome, dear friend!
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