Multip-Lie
You are,
Worse than excuse letters..
Worse than gossips..
Worse than political promises..
He is,
Worse than pictures in advertisements..
Worse than punches in wrestling..
Worse than his accent..
She is,
Worse than her eyelashes..
Worse than forever..
Worse than happy ending..
Cause they,
Don't die (though I hope they do),
They simply,
Multip-lie..
Copyright © Shan Vitor | Year Posted 2016
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