• The Painful Truth

    The lies continue, and make a mess,
    Never to stop, always to stress.

    Breaking flesh, and sawing bone,
    Liar liar, upon a throne.

    Check your pants, are they on fire?
    If they are, then you’re a liar.

    A dirty rotten, piece of dung,
    If you’re a liar, you must be hung.

    Crucified, upon your lie.
    I will laugh, as you die.

    And as you hang, Bleeding out,
    You may cry, and you will shout.

    But I will smile, and quietly mock,
    “you deserve it you stupid jock.”