Lying Not Standing Poem by Damian Cranney

Lying Not Standing



I knew she was lying, when I saw her still in bed,
When she’s not lying, but standing, she nearly reaches my head,
But being horizontal, she barely comes up to my knees,
And that goes for everyone, in varying degrees.

Of course there are those, who practice, lying for a living,
Politicians, when speaking, you know, will not be giving,
Any of the things, they promise, in their bloated speeches,
And nothing they do, that’s good, is ever going to reach us.

How can you tell that someone is acting mendacious?
Their body tells the truth, when they are being loquacious,
Their eyes start to wander ever so slightly,
They gesticulate wildly and grasp their hands tightly
To avoid being hurt you’ll have to move more sprightly,

But lying is part of the human condition,
There are white lies, and slight lies and vague supposition,
But the ones that hurt the most are those that deceive,
Destroying, your faith and trust, in who you can, believe.

Remember the salesman’s art, if trust you would engender,
Sincerity is the major key if belief you want to render,
Whatever ploy he uses, being sincere, will leave it in the shade,
Cos once he can fake sincerity you know he’s got it made!


The last verse, obviously was being quite facetious,
No one would advocate being that devious,
But some organisations encourage staff to say,
Anything, that culminates, in a sale for them that day.

The moral of this verse is whatever you do be truthful,
Although when it comes to people I’m cynical and rueful,
You have to make a stand in this world of dissimulation,
To fabricate with good intent is still participation.

Saturday, May 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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