Liar Learning Poem by John F. McCullagh

The Miss-Director was beaming with pride
as he scurried up to escort me inside.
'Come along, these are perilous times,
there is much ugly truth we endeavor to hide.'

''We recruit each years class from young children
who display a disdain for the truth.'
'We start with a class on tall stories,
progressing to fibs and untruths.'

'By the time they are teens they are ready
to leave little white lies behind.'
'They engage in deceit and deception.
These skills help them rob people blind.'

'Our graduates cheat and suborn
They misdirect and deflect with the great.'
'Politicians here are made, not born,
and all learn to prevaricate.'

'When Bill Clinton was caught in that perjury
I nearly went out of my mind.'
'If only he'd paid more attention in Class
and less to some Coed's behind.'

We had come to a massive rotunda
The Pantheon of all untruth.
Holograms of Stalin and Churchill
telling lies in an endless loop.

There were quotes from
the Koran and Bible
inscribed on the sides of the wall.
A Left wing devoted to Lenin.
A right wing like a Munich beer hall.

' The people must never be told
that a place like this even exists.'
' You can count on me not to inform them.'

I said, barely moving my lips.