For some,
Being honest is a choice they make.
Like an avoidance to come face to face,
With truth.
And when they then see,
There is no escape...
Beating around bushes,
With the use of creative excuses...
Becomes easier for them to do,
With the proving of themselves...
To be seen as bigger fools viewed.
And doing this to exaggerate,
The playing of their charades.
To further embellish,
Deceptions made!
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