You always remember that moment when you discover you can no longer trust a particular
person's word. What follows is thus:
Liar
Naked now you'll be,
Stripped of all truthfulness,
As Ananias exposed in elder days was,
Protection now most slight,
Then, gambling with veracity,
Once to fool those who knew no better,
Following, the first deception revealed,
Unraveling subsequent falsehoods,
Line them up, parade them,
Display them as your inventions,
They sit apparent, like squatters
Long after being ordered out.
No cover, no cover,
Stark they stay,
Stark you stay,
All eyes now focus
On your every misdemeanor of word.
Afterthoughts for "Liar":
The best liar is he who makes the smallest amount of lying go the longest way.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
The liar's punishment is not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.
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