Translating Fibbery

His lips moved lots,

When he lied.

Her words flowed true

When she lied.

They smiled and held hands.

Achieving all their plans

Against the also rans.

Holding all the cards.

Ahead by many yards.

They shone from these retards.

Because they spoke a second language.

One that contained all the damage.

Til it ripped a hole in

Honesty’s soul.

A hole the beggars patched up pronto.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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