The Consenter

Why did I just say “yes”

To something I do not profess?

Let me count the ways

And “whys” I give praise

With a loving gaze

When my mouth betrays

What my heart obeys,

And I acquiesce.

Why did I just confess

To a blatant lie? It’s complex.

The liar may be admired

Or someone desired,

And I am a shy bird

Gullible and tired

So I may be inspired

To just acquiesce.