Diary Drabble: Integrity

He speaks of integrity. Moral fiber, and honesty. One of those folks who speaks as they find, views things as plain as day. He can twist that integrity, mould it any way he sees fit so that anything that is beyond his understanding is open to persecution. His morals are intact, but his heart and soul are not.

Holding court in a pub corner, in a cubicle at work, or even on the platform at the train station, does not mean anyone is listening. Their eyes glaze over, they nod in all the right pla...