Liar-To-Liar
One liar said to the other liar,
“That’s some shaky vanilla truth,
I heard you done cold call sold.
With these lying eyes, do I scream with glee ...
you left girl honesty
hanging altar jilted at that reveal wed party.
Quick thinking on nimble toes!
Very cadaver clever of you, I must say.
Your labyrinth woven pyramid scheme tale
was Madoff maze-worthy bold. ”
Then the dos liar said to the uno liar,
an octave notch higher:
“Si, amigo. Me heard-tell
that you did a canary pitch sale.
Spilling the beans down the snitch well ...
But the half-baked truths you CI told,
were premo mescaline
puff pastry out the sphincter pie-hole.
I tip my hat in touché display,
it was very ghoul cool false quixotic of you.”
The upscale, pretentious boy-wolf crier
said unto the low-level street speak liar,
in another timbre tone, a nervous tic higher:
“We got something in common, I slyly suppose.
Both of us have a white powder Pinocchio nose;
Our Lucy Maryjane-Ahash twin nostrils
breathe the same meth fumes in,
for the cut cost of a crack windpipe blow.
Bravo ... bravo!
Down Mexicali way we go,
tally-ho pronto.
But, I’d be lying if I said so,
that spontaneous burst of enthusiasm
was sincere tho’.
Canard crash dummy me
was just driver test-truth trying,
steering the mood questionably.
Seeing how you’re a tight-lipped pro,
I wink-nod to you, lying bro’-to-bro’”
The subterranean, dirt-dealing liar
said to the
lofty air squirt-spilling truth denier:
“Mi hermano,
we both be addicted to lying ...
Of everything you just told me,
there’s nothing I’m buying.
We got a crap load
of exterminator monkey jones juice
for spraying the fake spit —
No-no amount of lie-detecting
jade incentive green defecting
tip ever gon make us quit.”
“Liar-to-liar,
my false tongue bandito comrade ...
I.V. drip tell you of a robber cattle baron truth:
Don’t buy the bullhorn
vow farm
we both vaguely sell,
without the hard burglar sodium pentothal roof.”
“Liar-to-liar,
we raise folks doubtful ire ...
Listen here,
to testimony unreliable —
unsubstantiated squeals from gaucho me,
and my equivocating amigo,
who speaks proper English most lip wavy.”
“Lets us be ear fuzzy unclear,
you oath gullible fools:
Don’t buy the rocket goods
we untruth boast boost,
without the solid fuel proof!
This is a phony reel deal spiel conversation.
Liar-to-Liar ...
We are the sound byte mis-direction pros
all alibi amateurs hire.
Our work is truly root canal legendary,
with no corroborating cavity support holes.
This seedy Duo Embellish Company
sell tooth fairytales that alternate spin grows —
Liar-to-Liar is who them enamel caught chumps shoulda chose.”
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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