Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Truth is a Chore

Sometimes the truth I read and hear,

And recognize it being true,

Oft more annoying than of cheer

That truth be known and now I knew.

I do not want truth anymore

When it is easier to lie.

Truth is a never ending chore,

And bothers when it is nearby.

I keep wishing that I could find

A way to make truth gone for good,

No longer settled on my mind,

Just lie forever if I could.

Truth is like dust, I have to say,

Comes back each time I wipe away.