The Fist Of Deceit's Defeat Poem by John Sensele

Deceit flew his Lie and its fly
To the pavilion in Lyon
Where Truth called it uncouth for Lie
Daring to declare innocence to a million

Ears eager to eviscerate the fragile figure
Deceit's lie and its fly presented in a rented tent
Truth rejected and dissected pulling the trigger
Shooting Lie in the eye on its descent

From the pedestal where Deceit by default
Climbed to mime a prayer Lie recited
Calling on its cabal of wizards whose flavoured fault
Made Truth angry because Truth, infuriated

By Deceit's escort flew to Lie's loo
Where Lie having concealed its gun
Screamed in a shrill voice, ‘Release the clue'
Shivering in the bottom drawer where I bound my sinful secret in Deceit's bun.