The Face of a Liar...

Have I lied; maybe I am that of a spy,

I certainly do like a great deal sandwiches made with rye,

But again, herein do I lie, you cannot tell,

All you see is what I write, is it enough,

To make you believe that I am alright…

Is it my face, or my demeanor?

That makes me in any way attractive or not,

Am I the liar pictured above, or am I telling the truth?

But if I am a liar, can I tell the truth, just this once,

Or should I just go on with this poem, thereby being a dunce…?

And if I am a truths Ayer, can one little white lie hurt,

What is a white lie, as opposed to a black one or purple or green or blue,

Are lies made for colors, are they really there to become one with any hue?

So much for me, now lets discuss what we know, and think about you…

Are you the liar herein with the face so dark and light, or otherwise on cue,

I wonder, if I am the liar, or is it you, or am I at all a liar, or are you for that matter…

                                    © ed – 4/16/04