Yes, a lie is just a lie, but the truth also has problems. I relay the facts and the words take on a life of their own, leave out the backdoor and walk on down the road. They move to another town and never find time to come back for a visit even though, I am their mother. And woe to the woman who grows attached to credit or recognition for her ideas. These kidnapped prodigies are never ransomed but sold outright and their DNA not questioned or tested.
So, my advice is to love your words in secret and raise your notions behind high walls. If you are ever called upon to share your wisdom, lie. For even if you’re caught the risk is tolerable. Exposure is awkward but then again no one is looking, so, what is there to lose. A lie is just a lie but it stays home with you at night.
Tie a string to the moon
THE COWS ARE HIGHER THAN THE HOUSE
I got sober only to end up living in a house
where the cows are higher than the house.
I mean next to my house there is a hill
The hill is surrounded by a fence
The cows are pastured inside the fence
Standing on the hill the cows are taller than the house.
I didn’t expect to live in a house where the cows were higher.
I expected normal
I didn’t expect the cows at all.
I expected the house but not this house
It’s at the end of the lane
It’s the one with the rose colored shutters.
My sponsor wants to know why rose colored shutters
Are OK but cows overlooking the house aren’t?
I can’t answer her
It’s just wrong – that’s all!
I don’t know why she can’t understand this
It seems perfectly clear to me.
My sponsor says I am powerless over the cows
And my life is not unmanageable but my thinking is.
She tells me to paint purple cows.
To write stories about worse places for the cows to be
I tell her the tub.
She says write it down.
She’s no fun.
I heard in a meeting I should pray for the people
And things I am upset about.
I pray for the cows
My sponsor says the cows see how I live my life
And she is sure the cows pray for me.