Liar, Liar

Liar, liar,

All the world's desire

Cannot conceal the post

To which you aspire.


Innocent squire,

Within that fire,

Why do you burn your hands

Just like the liar?


She with teeth,

The inferno breathes,

Yet not without

The love she’s thieved.


Warping eaves

And ears she’s cleaved,

Her panic swarms,

Whene’er he leaves.


Liar, liar,

One more tires

Of the spindle-cloth

You dare wrap higher.

The End

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