This Lie

I need this lie to last,
and, carefully, with forger’s goods,
I’ve aged it like a forger would,
and let it loose to masquerade as history.

So when I say it next, I will believe
I need this lie to make a sucker out of me.
Let no stutters shake it, bear no shadow ‘cross my face,
let it escape my lips with simple, steady grace.

And if it holds, I will commemorate
the other lies I’ve told, and every day will be a party.