Lie To Thy Master

-Lie To Thy Master-
by
Keaton Foster



What to hear
Listen quite well
Understand this hell
Lie to thy master
Tell him everything
Make each part up
Leave no detail out
Place nothing aside
Take his pseudo gift
An ability to write
Your penchant to express
When so many must remain
As silent as deceased birds
Beings that serve no purpose
Other than to rot away
Feeding what comes next
And what will always remain
This is your prescribed ability
Beat him, God with it
Hold it just like a loose brick
A missing piece of something built
And no doubt destroyed
Be assured, confidently mired
That judging you is of no concern
Simply picking a number
Won’t get you there any faster
This everything, a premonition
See it all
Clear with understanding
We, you, me, every damn one of us
Are just a speck of dust
On the head of the tiniest of pin
Mending the fractured
Essence of this reality
Has become a moot point
The needle is tied to the thread
Of our dysfunctional society
You, man behind the keys
Pushing the words out
Just saying what must be said
Continue on as best as you can
Lie to thy master
Tell him what he wants to hear
Not what he already knows
There is a lot that he could
And does care less about
Maybe in time, he will change
Only then will the need to lie
Become as obsolete as it
Should have always been…



Lie To Thy Master
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013