Oh what a tangled web – the tapestry you weave.
Built upon shifting sands – those stories you tell to deceive.
They change colours, faster than a chameleon can.
In the light of day, they have, not a leg to stand
upon which one may walk with truth in hand.
B. J. “A” 2
May 19th 2006
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015
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