It takes lies
to live in interesting times.
Given there must surely be
lies
that can't be trumped by greater lies
(there must be a limit) ,
untrumped, exposed lies
and angry ex-supporters
will leave a great liar trumping them
with circuses, cake,
and death by wielding of sticks
to get out of the great liar's fix.
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