Perjurer sensory pleasure namby-pamby slyboot pain receptor

I found a home in my mind;
found myself divided three,
playing dinner party murder mystery host to we

the liar:

 I paint the truth as I see fit
frame picked perception that we sit
not just a hustler or a con
touched up sharp feelings which you fawn

never a laborer by trade
you picked the card
I built the spade
not up the sleeves
not up your dress
they caught me lying
i'm not the best



the cheater:

 advantageous to the cause
in which your skin i'd lay my paws
this beneficial circumstance in heart I lay
am I a slumber or a stare
another's bed I would compare
not in your home
but in emotion lust filled eyes

drink up my words a spot of tea
cup spilled saucer killing spree
destroy my confidence and image in one swell go


the coward:

Chicken sissy craven cur
asked not to cower yet still I purr
and with my tail between my legs go run and hide

left helm to sail & brute of wind
amidst the gunfire abandoned men
and in my head trench they all died hero's cept' for me


a host:
 when guests are fed sent to the door
cloth napkins stained thrown on the floor
rubbing shoes into the carpet guests love to spite


as I wave they drive down the gravel rounding driveway
horrific crash and none survive if I had it my way
often remind me what it feels like to be spit on in a hearse