Sonnet

RADICAL HONESTY I’m sorry I said it, but I don’t want to seem lazy To toss out a filter of brain and mouth, pure honesty Just another experiment, but things might get crazy No more room for white lies, big lies, or even modesty To succeed at this, I’ll meet with Blanton, Master of Truth With him, no topic is off limits, whether blunt or cold I need to learn the ropes, no more holding the tongue or tooth It starts out slow, but I catch on the act of being bold First, out of spite, I tell a five year old her beetle died Next, I use honesty to crush eggshells with a friend I confess I hate a gift from my in-law, satisfied I tell my wife her stories are boring, she takes offend In the end, I know I didn’t commit a 100% For my job, marriage, or physical state would be at threat I lied to the old widow and about the editor lady event But I’ve learned my relationships can bear more than I’d bet I still practice radical honesty in some situations Because I know the truth will out in upcoming generations