Forked Tongues

When someone lies to me, sometimes it's difficult not to turn and walk away. I think they do it because of one of two reasons. Either they need to feel important, or because they think I'm too stupid to know they're lying." Nothing irks me more than jerks who are habitual liars Fibbers whose evil forked tongues I'd extract with pliers Those who look me square in the eye and keep defying my skeptical look of askance when I think they're lying If I could bag lies, fake alibis and bull crap I am fed I would be spreading that fertilizer in my garden bed, aware that manure helps flowers bloom all year long But the stench of bull crap would be much too strong Liars can't be believed, even when speaking the truth I find it distasteful, malicious, abhorrent and uncouth They insult my intelligence, and I find it very repulsive but to those who tell lies, it's irrepressibly compulsive They keep trying their damnable best to get me to believe that a ruse is the truth, but with malcontent they deceive It's a fault of mendacious fabulists and cunning scams With falsehoods they'd shave the wool of innocent lambs No pearls I cast before such swine, who wallow in muck Caught in webs they've woven, in quicksand, they're stuck Liars move deeper into darkness with each fallacy they spin Their recurrent falsehoods are bull crap, and will do them in Woe to liars when their deceitful fabrications are exposed Until the truth they admit, my door to them will be closed Deceptions are forgiven if they are repentant and confess But I'm not naive enough to keep falling for their load of BS December 24, 2021 King-Size Bull Crap Contest Sponsored by Charlie Messina