Done right you never taste the propaganda,
but it’s hard to satisfy them all
sweet-toothed, saw-toothed, toothless
wretches yearning, and so forth.

I’m going to whisper this to be sure you hear it:
The angels are keeping secrets,
God’s secrets.
Good God, why?

They say you never work
a day if you love what you do.
Did you know it takes three truths to craft
one shiny perfect lie?

While we’re breathing about justice
how right is it that I have all these
reflecting bits of fact and you have none?
Here, choose one for yourself.