A Professional Liar Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A tangled thread, a twisted tongue,
Where truth gets lost, before it's sung.
A whisper soft, a story spun,
Then words like cobwebs, come undone.

They weave a tale, of what is not,
And then deny, the words they've got.
They say they're honest, pure and true,
But every breath, they take anew,
Is just a lie, a clever guise,
Reflected in their shifty eyes.

They even lie, about the lie,
A paradox, beneath the sky.
A falsehood built, on shaky ground,
Where trust can never, ever be found.