The lie, that unwanted guest upon dubious
tongue,
Where words mingle & without thought,
are flung,
Where stories are prepared, to escape from
scrapes,
Porkies, fibs, tall-tales, lies, behind
palate´s soft drapes.
The lie, rumbling from mind to heart, in
one fell swoop,
Sneaking past the soul, skulking low &
trying to snoop,
Tiptoeing past the voice, incognito,
disguised as truth,
Whispered in sad disgrace, from that dark
oral booth.
The lie, fabricated, exaggerated, daily tossed
& told,
Upon rolling of tongue, grows & morphs,
so very bold,
But within dishonest telling & betrayed
by honest eyes,
Released from conscious heart & soul, those
sorry told lies.
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