Poem -

Just be honest.

Always doing the right thing,
ain't worth an old faded dime,
do the wrong thing,
and there's a terrible crime,
knowing you're correct,
and fighting for what is just,
won't get you much respect,
you might as well eat some dust,
for some that possess verisimilitude, 
when around them there is much artificiality,
requires strength and a straight attitude,
containing undisguised factuality,
I am the proverbial book that is always open,
there is no doublespeak within my pages,
nor any hidden meaning that is interwoven,
you get what you see and nothing comes in stages,
I don't pretend to be perfect,
nor do I paint the prettiest picture,
for the sake of decency and respect,
no vagueness or dubious conjecture,
I prefer life and people to be obvious,
no grey murkiness or dark obfuscation,
I aint seeking glorious godliness,
when there is friction, it causes me vexation,
I don't lie, cheat or steal,
these are my inherent commandments,
for many, these have an elegant appeal,
surely these are noble enhancements,
committing yourself to being honest,
not being unethical or immoral,
is akin to climbing Mount Everest,
I do my thing and seek no quarrel,
its not easy being straightforward,
when your eyes are hindered by deception,
some faces are forward and backward,
sensing duplicity and equivocation,
I have no time for fabrication and falsehood,
keep your slanderous stories and fairy tales,
definitely not welcome in my neighborhood,
I see thru your dishonorable veils, 
I don't care for your nuances of a truth,
just don't beat around the bush,
I do react to the verbally uncouth,
seeking a direct truth, I will push,
I don't do comforting lies,
I favor those awkward facts,
even if tears drip from your eyes,
chopping wrongdoings with a metaphorical axe,
knowing me, you know there's unambiguous authenticity,
you get what you see, there is no exaggeration,
inside my head there is a vigilance committee,
just for being me, I seek no recognition,
I know people are jealous of my essence and heart,
endeavoring to talk the walk and walk the talk,
being steady and sure, doesn't make me particularly smart,
sometimes I'm stymied by a mental block,
I do expect loyalty and fairness,
not too much to ask if you're a friend,
keep doing your best, I often stress,
you can count on me, when you're at a loose end.

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