The worst lies.

I have no qualms about telling the truth. Even if I’ve told a lie. I make amends. By confessing. That I was a liar. Furthermore, if I do something bad. Such as cussing out a friend. Unjustly. I’ll apologize.  In fact, I may apologize. Even when I’m in the right. Because I’m a gentleman. And gentlemen don’t swear.  Of course, I’ll also admit. That I ain’t always a gentleman. Now that’s the truth. And I want to be truthful. At least most of the time. Frankly, one can’t help but tell an occasional lie. That’s the nature of life. We’re all liars. To some degree. The worst lies. Come when we lie to ourselves. Without even knowing it. --Jim Broede