in praise of cheating.
in praise of cheating
who hasn't cheated a bit? slid the office pen
into the personal pocket, relished a piece of toast
not on the diet, or when you monitor your progress
shade the numbers just a fraction, and to cheat on your
partner makes the sex much hotter, everyone cheats on their
taxes, cheat on the test, cheat at cards, cheat your friend, cheat
on the lover that you're cheating on your partner with, the
uses steroids, the boxer takes a dive, the broker makes insider
trades. as a child you first learn the thrill of it, the ability to
fool is so grownup, the deliciousness of risk, that you can put one
over that you have the power to deceive, balanced by the shame of
getting caught, heat rising to your face, what contempt we have for
Nixon, a man who cheated even at golf, you have to cheat to
know that utterly slimy feeling, you underhanded,
deceitful, double-dealing wretch, you've brought
dishonor to your race, how could you?
really? how could you not?