A Flattering Tongue
Many promises he makes
But a lying tongue he has
Flattering lips he possesses
But to live committed he knows not how
At every turn, with each stride
His tongue, a sepulchre of lies
Masked in the chicanery of endless promises
His true nature, his features belies
Leisure is his thought for every conversation
A game of words he says
As a roar of foolish pride erupts from his can of traps
A sinister laugh resounding from his guts
But then he never stops to consider
That a loose tongue is an enemy to the soul
For as a horse without a bridle
He is sure to ride himself to destruction without a saddle
Without the slightest will to fight for truth
Nor to take a bullet for standing resolute
He looses identity amongst the heap of lies
He has adorned as a mask
Surely when truth is unveiled
He is found wanting beneath its gauge
For somewhere in the mix
He has found solace in the circus of deceit
Thus when good is really come
He has not the slightest clue
Cause buried is he from the truth
Crafting another string of lies
Which has him engrossed,
In spawning fresh webs of guile.
*Chicanery*- Deception by use of trickery, quibbling or subterfuge.
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