THE LIAR’S FIRE

Look at the Liars,

with their pants on fire.

Serves you right, you human blight.

 

Taint on the horizon,

sty in the eye;

wrecking the day,

with your pork pie lie.

 

Go reap bad karma! Get hit by a stone!

Live your life with honesty,

leave good people alone.

 

Look at the Liars with their pants on fire,

shame about the hole in my bucket,

or else I might have saved you –

liar, liar.

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