Daily Lie

By Thicket Breen
Who should I lie to today? asked he.
Who should I lie today?
Should it be me?
Should it be I?
Or to the world, I pray?

For he knew that to muddle through
And to keep the façade intact
He must continue to lie
And mustn't be shy
About presenting the fib as fact

Portrayed this way day after day
Helped him in his daily pretense
Piling it thick and piling it high
It was exquisitely crafted nonsense

But where would it lead, how would go?
How would his life get traction?
Constantly shirking, lying and lurking
His soul married to enduring inaction

"Doom and gloom's where it ends," said he.
"Gloom and doom's where it shall stand.
For once y'start down th'perjurer's road.
The devil's got your life neatly planned."