Confessions of a Compulsive Liar
Okay, listen up, here’s the deal
Know that my lies are always based
Off something that I know is real
An event I would hate to waste
But that does not mean all I say
Is nothing you can dare to trust
Just because I lie ev’ryday,
Should my words be viewed with disgust?
All they are are stories told
Spun from some truth; though some are not
Do story-tellers ever scold
Those who only stretch truth a lot?
Just because I lie ev’ryday,
Does not mean lies are all I say
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Poetry"I've felt the pain when lines are crossed; and those who don't are truly lost." --- My biggest poetry collection *ever*.
