The Golden Mean                                               

            A friend of mine believed
            The road to riches lay
            In telling people things about themselves
            They didn’t know
            He soon discovered too much truth
            Proved indigestible
            So he adjusted his approach
            To spin tall tales
            Just temporarily, of course,
            As bait
            But they were hard to swallow
            And as sure a means
            To land him in the soup
            It took a while to ascertain
            A half-baked version
            Took the cake
            And happily ever since
            No-one has questioned his


            Emanuel E. García, Sinking In, One Hundred Poems2013