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MAN DO I HATE BEING LIED TO

My mind goes into a blank state

who's on first what's on second

 

Want to believe what I hear

know a lot is not clear

from the mouth of a liar

 

On shaking ground

when all can not be compared

due to closed mouths 

of those too scared

to share their truth

 

The liar is loud

and proud

he causes others pain

pores down rain

on their heads

hopes to blind with his sound

 

Too much power for the deceitful one

he needs to be unplugged from the wall

 

He needs to stand up tall

and confess

 

His world is all that is real

in his crazy deal

makes it up as he goes

 

Who knows 

maybe this time he will be caught

and face the lot

of lies he weaves.

 

By Lynn Hahn

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Martin Elder

Tue 22nd May 2018 08:57

this is an excellent poem Lynn, but I think that the liar can also be subtle quiet and understated, worming himself into our very being.
Love it

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