Orator

As smooth as silk, your lies, or is it velvet,
so pleasant, and so soothing to the touch.
The truth lost and forgotten, did you shelve it
by accident, when things became too much?
Dispose of it as tedious and trite.
an inconvenient, unpleasant burden,
obstructing might from making itself right,
its triumph made a little bit less certain?
And now, just look at you, you're in control,
so practiced that you might as well believe it;
there's hardly any damage to your soul --
at any rate, you're sure you can retrieve it,
whenever it is needed, on demand.
And just in time, so you can make a stand.