Liar Poem by Anne Gable

What bore you? The animals? No human could lie, and deceive the world as you.
who loves offering pain as you do?
The hot flames of hell will soon consume you for stepping on those flowered graves and laughing so loudly.
That laugh of yours will resound forever and even after that.
No remorse. Who bore you? Jackals.
Empty headed mammals who left you behind in the wet and muddy marsh to survive alone.
You are the result of a loveless life.
no hugging. no tenderness.
no remorse.
no love for you, or in you. no conscience now.
Just lies.
You spew them, you eat them, you shower with them.
it has become your career. Your daily meal.
You have become the consumate liar.
How ugly is is to be you.
You have earned the name,
Liar.
The grotesque head of a true liar,
sits on your wobbly neck.
Tis a heavy, large head, with bulging adams apple,
Bald and bold as liars have.
I will wait and wait until you are vanished,
Extinct like the sad rare animals,
this planet has said good bye to.
The world will applaud your leave,
And another will follow.