Liar, Liar (A Sonnet)

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Photo by Morgue File © 2015

Liar, Liar (A Sonnet)

The sun bows to you in grand reception,
Falling prey to your charms, walking through fire,
Caught in your wicked web of deception
while you smile… pathological liar.

What’s your excuse, were you dropped on your head
Or pinched by forceps in your great escape?
Unleashing demons ‘til the world has bled;
The bile on your tongue tastes like sour grapes.

Say what you will, for nobody believes
Your rhetoric. Here’s a word to the wise:
Your crimes are far worse than beggars and thieves.
Your half-truths are the most cowardly lies.

You refuse to live by the golden rule…
But six feet of earth make us all equal.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
October 20, 2015

1 Comment

  1. Powerful. Especially loved the way your ended this.

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