so true. and when they are caught, you have proof, they still try and turn it around and make you feel like your the crazy one. That it is all in your head. And you have proof on paper, black and white, a photograph, clear as day.......and they still lie. I don't get it. The liar is caught and they still continue. No wonder I have trust issues...No wonder I'm a freakin nut case. Having to live to forgive so much, so many, every freakin damn day.

Oh what a tangled web
William
you write with cleverness

Lady Vivian

So true and sadly, in many walks of life linger the liars, William. Love and peace, friend,

Regis

I guess this is an American political poem?
Yet, it relates to Cameron, too.

It seems the moment that ones lips are moving...another lie spouts. Great write

Most “Mythomaniac” successful people know how to make their lies work throughout their lives. Every day they begin with a new lie and eventually their lies kill their conscience and life becomes a dream.

I remembered that nursery rhythm also, and yes unfortunately,
your poem reflects that liars are still doing their thing, lying.
(smile) I enjoyed reading your poem today.

Hanging from a telephone wire? Plenty of them going around these days… But then, there is always been liars, trying to get away with it.

Ron

If liars won't lie than whatz the fun being a liar !!! And how then we gonna learn and enjoy...liar,liar...pants on fire !!!!
Nice one

Lies like a rug, that liar does!

Love ya!
Jane

A balled faced liar at that...but his staff lies so much it's a JOKE!!!!

Reminds me of a certain Toronto mayor...

Methinks I know the number one liar you are speaking of, and I hear you loud and clear.

so true
budd