Open The Box

Tell the truth and shame The Devil

My father used to say

As he sipped the Single Malt

That he allowed himself on Saturday

Now here on Sunday Evening

I recall his words like yesterday

Preparing for tomorrow’s presentation

And the lies that seem to fall on me alone to say

The deal is worth a pretty penny

But the truth is worth a good deal more 

So let The Devil take the hindmost

Take his pride and go, and leave and shut the door