I'm not going to ask
"What is Truth?"
like some Pilate washing his hands

But where did Truth come from?
Did it fall from the sky?
Did you make it up?
Did daddy make it up?

Can you make a sandwich of it?
Drive it to the beach?
Pour it over your head,
or place it on your lap?

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