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
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