This one is SUPER old, so be gentle.
AUNTY MAME
"I cannot tell a lie"
And the joke is off and running
like a serpent in the grass
and no one notices the sincerity
only sarcasm.
And everyone's smiles grow wry
and wiser
dry as white wine.
Cigarettes
become cigars
Hi-balls
become martinis
Summers
become vacations...
I keep my hands in my pockets.
Head down,
hands in my pockets.
I must not tell a lie.
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
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