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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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The World's Greatest Liar
Oh, my dear, how eager the lies do come From your mouth when you are stoned You swear you are telling the truth But I know better, I know how you are. Bravery only comes when you are high You dare not speak to me in such a way When you are stone-cold sober Even then, you don�t know how to say.... I�m leaving you, I hate you, I no longer want a family How easily you have deceived me these past seven years! How clever you are, to stay around because You �have nowhere else to go�... Oh, my dear, I can give you some ideas On where you can go, I can tell you Exactly what to do with your bag of clothes And your precious bong. I can even help you out, I can give you a push A shove in the right direction Do not expect me to hold the door on your way out I can only hope it would smack you in the ass... Do not beat around the bush, have some balls To tell me what you�re doing, show me you are a man Give it to me straight, tell it to me clear I wouldn�t want any misunderstandings, my dear. Never fear, we shall go on, we do not need A man constantly stoned, One who sleeps all day and bitches and moans We do not need you... Signed, You wife, daughter and son.
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