Pants Ablaze

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

How much of this could one require?

 

Rather, how much more could one soul take?

To live on display that’s so clearly fake!

 

Fake fire?  Fake pants? Fake every-little-thing.

But will NOT fake that which hath made these pants sing!

 

Yes.  When do sing; sang with every-little-fiber. 

A time without the fire; without the liar. 

 

But though the fire might briefly run astray,

Be sure it WILL come back another day. 

 

For I only laugh to keep from weeping,

Only smile to hide the pain,

Only deepen the lies I’m keeping,

To distract, evade, deflect, and feign.

 

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Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Of which light does wonder and amaze,

Was never doused in it’s entire.

Maybe no one can stop these pants ablaze.

 

 

 

 

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