Pants On Fire
Pants On Fire
By: Miracle Man
2/27/2020
Even for his age, his mind is trenchant,
he often pierces ears with things untrue.
It seems for lying he has this penchant,
why others avoid him he has no clue.
He arrives at our door every few days,
always with a new profound yarn to spin.
Always to borrow but never repays,
though i oft refuse he shows up again.
Fact:
He returns because its easier than working,
he has no pride, and he knows I can’t say no every day.
Tom
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