
Unsung Heroes
I lie to you dressing in cheap clothes, an old duffel and pretending to be a cable operator.
I lie to you washing your car, doing over jobs and making you think I'm poor.
I lie to you.
I lie to all.
and you live on thinking you know me.
you know my name, or perhaps the name I told you was mine.
you know what I do, and not that what I do is lie.
I lie of being a software developer.
I lie of working on the weekend.
I lie about going to the conference.
I lie about all the meetings with the clients.
I lie about my whereabouts.
I lie about the deals.
But perhaps, it is all true.
I disguise to look poor.
I act as a wallflower.
I tell you the truth,
and so I scream to all,
but all of them are too blind to see
perhaps you know me as I'm
a software developer deciphering the coded messages
working on the weekend as I kill a few sleeper cells
conference with the mission operators
disguised meetings...