One must not lie
Once the feathers are out of the pillow
They are never to completely be gathered
And then non-truth exists forever
How can this be sanctified is asked
Only justified by loop of excuse
There is no road to justice
The liar is left to pay
Birds follow their route
Migration is a certain thing
They must reach destination
Great distance exactitudes matter
Liars set out for honor
Usually arrive in self-defeat
Still survival instincts, prevents
Them from tripping on their shaky feet
They work hard, trying to convince
Bring on consultants for help
Credibility begins to erode
Liars set up their charts
In the end it explodes
There is no quid pro quo
The truth raises its lovely head
Liars walk about bent downward
Stanski
December 17, 2019 ^
Steve Haarman 