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.”
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