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The Liar
Flowing, pouring, freely flying
Fictitious statements rage in torrential surges
Fibs and falsehoods, hoodwinking statements
Fractured lies shatter like glass, follow the injured man as he flies
Out of the door of the din and the clamor, of safety in lies,
The Liar is flung, out of the Inn
Good women desert him. Never brave Saint George,
He’s in room four.
His money has left him. Never the rich man
Cut-purses scorn his pouch
Logical fallacies caught up with the man
The Liar is lonely, left in the cold,
Flowing, pouring, freely flying.
The Liar is rotting, left in the mold.
Fictitious statements rage in torrential surges
Fibs and falsehoods, hoodwinking statements
Fractured lies shatter like glass, follow the injured man as he flies
Out of the door of the din and the clamor, of safety in lies,
The Liar is flung, out of the Inn
Good women desert him. Never brave Saint George,
He’s in room four.
His money has left him. Never the rich man
Cut-purses scorn his pouch
Logical fallacies caught up with the man
The Liar is lonely, left in the cold,
Flowing, pouring, freely flying.
The Liar is rotting, left in the mold.
Published 19th Dec 2012
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