Habitual liars,
Do it to fantasize.
So far they are removed,
From truth.
Obvious it becomes to others,
Their doing of it...
Is a useless pursuit.
Although their excuses made,
Are the best...
Of the latest creations.
Yet still remain lies.
To recognized them as such.
But to identify this habit,
Leaves one re-acting...
As if proud to have it.
Like a wound one gets...
Exposing to show,
When lieing to have fought off
Bandits at a local...
Grocery store.
A store already patrolled,
By security guards.
Sniffing dogs and cameras.
'Here.
Take this one to wear.
Take it to use everywhere.'
-What is that? -
'A new mask.'
-Fantastic.-
'The others you've adorned,
Have all worn out.
And this one,
Isn't made of plastic.'
-It's...
Very light.-
'More believable.
And life-like too!
Fool proof and less obvious.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem