Saturday, September 7, 2024

Liar, Liar

 


Liar, liar, 

Pants on fire. 

How is it that his great Pinocchio nose 

Hasn't dragged him under ire?


Cheater, cheater,

Trickster, fraudster, and creep.

How is it that his cheats haven't bled 

Dry his mini-Mes and creeps?


Excuses, excuses,

So lame and more lame.

How is it that his lame excuses,

Disrespect and harm see no shame?


Blame, blame,

Always pointing his gross finger.

How is it that his slanderous blames 

Aren't more pointed back in shame?


Vomit, vomit,

Vomitville stumps, 

How is it that his nauseating brags

Not caused more snoozeville slumps?


Shame, shame,

Indecent and unclean.

Shameful, abusive, and mean,

His crimes stuck on repeat and cheat.


Scream, scream,

Out of control rage.

Unraveling in his rotted-gilded cage.

Sinking in his decrepit-old age.



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