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I used to think

Until the penny dropped

Upon my tinny little head

And then I stopped

As then and forever after

From that very moment on I knew

I could never no longer pretend
that which I did not to know before

Otherwise everything that which i 
proceed to utter and so thereafter 
comes out my mouth 

Is no longer worth a penny thought

But and yet a lie for which I am at
some point

Bound to get found out for and caught 

Only to be branded with the unsavory
nickname moniker of

Billy Liar 
Pants on Fire
Mouth constantly smell's like soap 
Doesn't know or could tell the truth

The only thing that comes out his mouth

Is either a lie or a most unfunny joke and
both should be taken with a healthy pinch
of salt 

So as in order to masquerade and mask
the sour bitter after taste 

Sadly both he and his lie's leave behind
in his wake

And worst of all is in actual reality he
really isn't a bad guy inside

In fact the only reason why people don't 
seem to actually or choose to like him or
are able to find fault with is

Because he lie's and they can't seem to
fathom out why 

And now the lie's have gotten so old
he now instead is seen as nothing
more than an endless tiering bore

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