The sun's to veto darkness; <br />because, it depresses the light, <br />covered it with dusk to night, <br />infectious to a person <br />who borrowed the white feather, <br />pertinent for contemporary weather. <br /> <br />I am a person of rationalism, <br />compassionate and generous, <br />acting amorous for a cause. <br />in my mask of virtuousity, <br />I am honest in a way, <br />so defined in my eyes when i bray. <br /> <br />I hate dishonesty; <br />but, guilty of infidelity, <br />I can stand on my own <br />with integrity <br />if you'll painfully moan. <br /> <br />Loathing of dirty money, <br />a saint am i in generosity, <br />providing you the costly wealth <br />in vetoed honesty. <br /> <br />Never have i been guilty of treason, <br />for i am a person of wisdom, <br />witty and cunning <br />to commence every game; <br />but, if in games' encore <br />the climate so tempestuous, <br />blame the socially forbidden amor, <br />for superfluous money, we adore. <br /> <br />Please forgive my honesty <br />in forbidden dishonesty; <br />but, i am what i am, <br />behind your bedlam.<br /><br />Bonics Bachinela<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honesty-in-dishonesty-riddle/
