Weaselly
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Weaselly words deftly ply their sly stench,
As they undo the truth nut with a wrench,
With half-truths, errors and fake news woven
Into a spider's web of lies, stolen.
The cloak of vagueness and doubt created,
Is stained, defaced with deceit, dictated.
To veil intentions with twisted meaning,
Camouflaged in patch-ups so demeaning.
Weaselly words, so cunningly devised,
Mask the truth so despised, with lies disguised,
With watered down and sanitized version,
Of what is real, not a perversion.
The half-truths and straight-faced lies dance and sway,
Twisting meanings in a cunning display,
Masking true intentions, shrouding what's right,
In a cloak of wry words, tainted with spite.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2023
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