A True Story

A true story is an oxymoron, too.
You never can get there from there or here;
The connections are not true,
But are laced in half-way down the ear.
The meanings painted on by wit
Are not in the story,
And certainly not the true half of it.
The morals are bought cheap from fear,
The I, the thou, all loaned by you;
The teller flown in from elsewhere, just to sit.
But that is how we are, and what we do, and we are never sorry.