A good lie

With the clothes on my body, and a satchel of lies, I went to the big city.  I unpacked one of those lies: a beaut.  Laid her bare and bald-faced.  She sold like a champ.
I decided to take out another, then another, and another.  Successes followed successes.  Sure, there may have been a setback or two, but overall, in a word, glory.
When I first sensed the string of good fortune beginning to stale, I thought it might be time to move on.  I tried to put the lies away, re-pack the satchel.  But the lies had gotten a bit rambunctious. They were out, and they were not going back in.  And really there was no room in the satchel anyway.  The satchel had stayed full, like air fills a room.

So, here I sit, me and my satchel full of lies.

I think I'll be contrite, or maybe smug, possibly arrogant...certainly self-righteous.

I expected more out of the big city, and life.

Disappointed in you, really.