Happy Truth.  

"I do not care for truth," he tells me as
He grips my throat and pushes me right back
Against the wall; "nor do I want to hear
Another word from you;" and, then, he drags
Me down, so I am kneeling and my black
Hair is clenched in fist; he flicks a tear
From my eyelid and, with a glance, he flags
It's time that I unzipped him; with a slap
To emphasise control, he adds: "my dear,
You know I just want happiness; now lap
My length and lick my balls - forget the snags
And hindrances of vérité; the craic
Is in the pleasure you bring as you sooth
My whims, needs and desires." Happy truth.