It was a dull day in February
She told us how she had a student
During blood tests
(back when they were allowed)
But Mrs. Doe, why doesn't it match?
And she told us how she looked at her and said
Maybe check your work,
you may be incorrect.
She said the girl went home
Mom, why does it not match?
Dad, it doesn't make any sense.
They said the unbelieved truth
And while she said this
The class was quiet
We all were imagining
The girl walking home,
Her mind darting, breath quickening
They never had any photo albums.
And how lying is such an easy skill
They should teach it in trade school.