Alan Bruce Thompson
Chain Of Lies - Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson
I told an untruth, a little white lie,
Now it’s blown out of proportion, a mountain high.
The first lie was really nothing, just avoiding the question,
Just didn’t want to talk, non participation in suggestion.
Because I denied the little first, the bigger second came fast,
The lies after that came out like a blast.
Now I am trapped in a web of lies, a chain of deceit,
I can’t look you in the eye, I hate it when we meet.
I no longer know the truth, I no longer balk,
Everything I newly invent each time I talk.
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