Billy Liar Pants On Fire Mouth Smells Like Soap
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
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2022
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