Dirty Tricks Liar Wh a Mirror Tax Production Slam

I am watching liar Go from tears to grace With the same indistinguishable sallow face And emotional state of fluxed empathy The frown conceals Beneath the brow of dirty tricks Without a flicker To wake's each day ever slicker More experienced in the dark arts His twisted seed imparts On plundered heart's Guilt and Shame While he remains In an impenetrable bubble Distanced from the trouble The court's denied A jury of one's peers From mouth to ears In the defendants chair And the media glare As a lie is caught And the jury can not be bought Better late than never But the Devil is clever And he doesn't accept no as an answer Ask his victim's He doesn't adhere to the system He prey's on it As his power enabled it