Drive

She steered in the direction of the skid 

Straightened the wheel as she slid 

Having no time to end up in ditches

Just facts travel through her car’s relay switches. 

Years of mishandling truth, causing loss 

A lack of control while she double-crossed 

Now her sinless, clean hands grip the wheel 

Truthful information highway holds appeal. 

There were long deceptive roads with no thoroughfare 

No place to speed away from fraudulence anywhere 

False treacherous roads made it easy to cheat 

Spinning her vicious lies up and down the street. 

She steers in the direction of the slide 

Makes straight when the truth swings wide 

Bad miles fall back, she drives toward the green light 

Exits the old, continues on the path of right.