Integrity

I lost my integrity I was so proud off. "She has integrity," people whispered; and said aloud, too. I even heard words: "She is genuine." And I proudly walked, stiff as a board. I didn't know how to lie. An open book to my fault. Today I lie, make up stories, ask back: "Why do you ask?" and "Why do you want to know?" I am having more fun. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 7/21/2010