"'Oh, you don't believe what people tell you, why I haven't for years', said Miss Marple"
Agatha Christie
Truth is I'm a Liar
Now listen to the words I say
In the warm beside the fire,
Believe me now 'till my last day;
The truth is - I'm a liar.
When I tell you I say no truth
It is in this I tell you true;
I've been like this long since my youth;
The truth is - I'm a Liar.
So there's a truth that's here to stay
As we snooze by the fire
That all's contrary every day
And truth is - I'm a Liar.
© Trevor Morgan, 15 March 2021
The Dullards' Dance
He's told a great long string of lies,
He's done it since his youth.
He's never tasted humble pies,
Now he's allergic to the truth.
Before he ever speaks at all
First he works out 'the line'.
He'll treat all at his beck and call
And in no way is he now benign.
You get on best if you're a fake,
Pretending what you're not,
Disguising that you're on the make;
We're ruled by fools all misbegot.
Now acting is a useful art,
They rise who lie the most.
Most of the time, they play a part
Relying on each empty boast.
At end some fall and all because
Some truths may have oozed out
When looking back we know it was
When Fate first sewed a doubt
Past lies well told they have a way,
Like ghosts returned to haunt;
It's then the Fake has had his day,
Retreating pale and gaunt.
They cry that others were to blame,
For inside they're rarely strong.
Now each decline seems much the same,
For few admit a wrong.
New oafs perfect the art to lie,
They'd practised since their youth.
They'll never taste true humble pie,
And are allergic to the truth.
The talented dwell alone and wan;
For them life is a chore.
This dullard's dance goes on and on,
Just like it did before.
© Trevor Morgan, 23 January 2021