Lying Tower

Lies... stack them up like foam blocks, all foamy— or wooden blocks be wooden Higher, and higher, piled on top of the other, teetering A foundation built on lies Sky high, too high one last lie to put on top, one more lie as white and light as a feather but it is enough to let everything topple over... c_ O_ L_ l_ a_ P_S_ i_ N_g Liar mother, what becomes your child? liar child, what will become of you? 02212012127a133