They accused me of murdering Truth!
I gave them the "least untruthful" reply.
"What is truth?" I asked them, quoting Pilate.
"Hath not the Truth eyes?" I wondered,
Paraphrasing William S. "If you prick Truth,
Does it not bleed? If you tickle it, does it not laugh?
If you poison it, does it not die?" But, they were not
Amused! And they hauled me off to Gitmo.
"What is my crime?" I wondered. "Some musings
Passed between friends? A bit of Twainian humor,
Ridiculing the P.T.B.? Or POTUS?
Or SCOTUS? Or the "permanent criminal class"
Twain called Congress? (OK! I threw in the MSM,