Lies and lies upon a lie
Every single time I try.
Up and down and inside out
Ever longer grows my snout.
Even when it seems so small
I somehow manage to have the gall.
Here and there I even swear
Spout some bull without a care.
I fib and fake, fudge and fool
My empty words used as a tool.
And though at times I wish to stop
Fear compels that hope to flop.
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