If I could have afforded
The honesty and the time,
I would have summed life
By writing The Book of Lies.
The world needs some truth-telling
About our untruths,
And who better to tell it
Than a pathological
Liar? It's too bad
I won't live to tell the truth
About why and how I lied,
The truth of all lies,
Sitting idly in the moonlight
Just before dawn in the lake.
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