The Lies

There are lies people tell us, that we know can't be true.
Still they tell us because that's what they're s'pposed to do.
Go ahead, we are thinking, and say it won't hurt.
Just a pinch, they say rolling the sleeve of our shirt.
We'll take really good care of you. You should be glad.
Now it 's over and see? It wasn't so bad!
Go to hell, we are thinking as we smile through the pain,
And thank them politely, oh, and have a nice day!
I imagine one day, that we'll tire of the sham,
And honestly scream out YOU'RE HURTING ME! DAMN!
But the truth of it is, it won't matter a bit,
If we cry, yell, or haller, scream, shout, or spit,
'Cause the shots, tests and needles never seem to run out,
And they have to be given, with a lie or without.


Caren E. Salas