On an ordinary Wednesday nightnWith you and her and menWe met at the club to take in the scenerynWhen she asked you where you were last timenYou said that you worked latenBut you had told me that you had a special datenI looked into your eyesnIn search of any sign nOf recognition or anxietynBut there was not a tracenYour perfect poker facenPersuaded me to doubt my memorynnAlways calculating who knows whatnAlways thinking backnIt’s natural when you spend your lifenCovering up your tracksnnOn a legendary Wednesday nightnWith only her and menThere was some other place that you had to benThough I tried to steer the topic clearnShe wouldn’t let it gonThe first of your lies fell down like a dominonComparing mental notesnRecalling anecdotesnMythologies you made on our behalfnWe wallowed in disgustnYou couldn’t earn our trustnIf you were hooked up to a polygraphnnYou live in a parallel dimensionnWhere the laws of honesty do not applynA twilight zone where the past is always changingnTo corroborate the latest of your liesnnSo go on and weave your fragile webnYou won’t entangle menNow that I’ve seen your subtle duplicitynStill I find it hard to hold a grudgenBecause you seem to benLost in your own subjective realitynNot wanting to deceivenYou struggle to believenThe lies you tell for your own benefit nEntirely immersednIn your own universenAnd really who am I to question it?