The Whole Truth
Have you ever met those people
Who just can't tell the truth?
To figure out what's right or wrong
You gotta be some kinda sleuth
Their lies always seem to get bigger
The more they tell it the more it grows
Trying to decipher what's fact or fiction
Well, nobody hardly ever knows
And let me tell you, I've heard some doozies
Especially about the one that got away
The first time they tell it, it's as long as your arm
But it grew three sizes the next day
And then there's those, who forget what they told
And make up a whole new tale
All you can do, is nod your head
And throw in an occasional, "Oh well"
One man even told me he two months to live
He had a hole in his brain, the size of a crater
Well, come to find out, he was almost right
He had a wreck, and died twenty years later
Then there's those, you know to be liars
They say, "If I'm lying may lightning strike me dead"
That's when I run for shelter
And look for something to cover my head
Lying will always lead to trouble
And the truth will set you free
For a liar never prospers
So please don't lie to me
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
