My truths

I’m a master baiter
Got you hook line and sinker
Even though you think yourself a free thinker
But one smile and virtue signalled
And you’re all over the advertisement
Approving of my blemished truths
Trusting me not to be uncouth
Thinking I should sell myself and my cure
On business cards stuck in telephone booths
Talking my lines down the wires
To ears undisturbed by my truths

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