Utter

I'm trying utter honesty for size.
The soup could use more salt, I tell the wife.
Cold, withering contempt within her eyes...
I leave for work; she's sharpening a knife.

You're vacuous and lame, I tell the boss.
He's urged me in the past -- be fully frank --
get fired, promptly  -- never mind, their loss.
Time to discuss the mortgage with the bank.

The longer I have gotten in the tooth,
the harder to glaze over the inept.
I must be missing something... Why is truth
so difficult for others to accept?

The teller tells me: sir, you have no money.
I call the wife: hey, what's for dinner, honey?