Truth Poem by Charles McMullen

Where is the truth we often ask,
This is usually a strenuous task.
People deceiving with there big black lies,
Even though they wear smart neckties.
'Highway Robbers' lurk on the streets,
Of many it's a game of terrible cheats.
Bottled water, £1: 80 on ferry,
This to some is very scary.
So fill up your bottle in the loo,
And hope you can make it to Waterloo!
Cheats abound all around -
Penny pinching and pinching a pound.
'Highwaymen Robbers' are out for the kill,
Are they really mentally ill?
Or is their soul sold to the Devil
Will they ever be honest and level?