If truth were told
To the virgin lass
That some entries bear pain
She’d keep her hymen
For quite so long
If truth were told
To the generous lender
That payment be by grace
He’d stash his full wallet
And say he has not
If truth were told
The desperate patient
That ‘morrow’s grave digging
They’d choose today
To ease the hefty burden
If truth were told
The desperate gambler
The much they’re to lose
They’d buy a bottle of wine
And spend a jolly time
If truth were told
The hopeful farmer
That heavens hold no rain
Before crops do fruit
They’d choose to keep the seed
Till come next season
If truth were told
The clucking chicken
That her egg gets fried
She’d keep the cock at bay
And save the menace of weight
If truth were told
To the swimming seed
In the spit of copulation
They’d land in a bag
They’d choose no better
Than the warmth of home
If truth were told
By an honest teller
There’d be no believer
For its the way of the world.
Literate Gardener