Lie.

My Daddy always told me not to lie, Not to cry, never to defy, What a real man wants, What a real man needs. Some man planted the seed Growing inside her 7 weeks before she stands in white itching to say I do. But she doesn’t. Don’t ever lie, When she does, that cocoon she made herself Will break open and consume her wealth. It’ll deteriorate every protective spell And throw it back, to be sure she’s not well. It will “consume away, waste inwardly,” And when that girl asks, “excuse me miss, I was wondering if you heard me,” And when you turn your head there’s Purple-lilac blooms blessing her cheekbones, Caressing her arms. A girl, not crying, But almost dying. Too old for her age, She stares up at you, eyes a deep sage, “is that water deep enough to drown?” So you look down, And sadly (cannot lie) and Say yes.