What if lying was a thing, like, a golden strategy for them and him, for instance, or a tool? Could liars use it to their benefit, against truthing fools?

We're living in an age when lies, half-truths, fake news, and misspeaking have become the order of the day. Is lying still wrong, is it wrong to call a liar out that way, like a liar?

So, what if that lying liar there wants you to believe him, and everything that he and his friends tell you this year or last evening? What if liars are like that, always wanting you to believe that truth is the right way to go, when they know full well that lying is a better show? Or, in reality, the only way for winners to go? But they want you to believe the opposite is true, that there's a virtue in truth? What is it that liars want you to tell them? Like, whenever they say to you: speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but...

What if those liars want you to go about telling them everything by way of the mouth? Including the truth all the time, and then letting them tell all the lies that they can find, out about? For you even. But then again, we all know that that's not how things work, right, my friend? But what if it was a lie that they'd told you when they told you that thing? The thing that you're believing in, even now, what a sin ting? What if they're telling you lies now? What if liars were the actors who had acted in making things out to be so fabulously fine for you when it was? Mi blow-wow!

Because they knew all along what you never knew. Like, nothing, that's who, mi cous. Or even another try like. You did not know that lie is the guy. What if that fine thing you have become was because of the lies that they had done? What if it has become way too fine for you and everyone else now, and is beginning to cause those actors some trouble, somehow? What if the boogie man you're looking at now is the result of those said actors reacting to that fluke of the past?

The mishap that would have happened that had them spooked and now, they're here at last, acting again to correct the errors of their past doings on your ask? But then again, just asking Sue Hingh, geh mi pass.

What if after telling lies for a while, liars should wake up and discover that there are virtues in lies? Just like how things are in love and war, for instance, just for instance, guys. Would it be okay to use it in that way, and in such a circumstance? Why?

Well, could this be the wartime that we are witnessing now? Or love time, for that matter, such sorts of love times, somehow. Love times that could warrant the use of such methods? Just asking this my love, send in those letters, with the lettuces' love. Love letters for people like brothers, from above, even. People that may or may not include you and me, Steven.

But, how do you know when a liar is lying anyway? Nephew has got the perfect answer to satisfy that and this, and it's sitting right by him to say, "Whenever their lips are moving." But I wouldn't take that with me to bed. "It has got to have more substance than that," I'd said. More meat to the bone than that one, or those, to add up to however much more than you at once. Like, one or two, times the chance.

So, I'll settle on the answer I took with me from home, the one that says: when one is caught speaking out of both sides of the mouthed jawbone, but one message is opposed to the other on the way out, up or down. If you can call him out on the inconsistency of the matter and he goes right on to explain it away with yet another, you know, like, lie. But he continues doing this type of wrong all day long, and at night times too, oh my, isn't that true? Yeah, I know. Yet he goes on doing so until you want to puke at all his lies and half-truths with things you know to be the facts who walk those boots.

But what if every one of that man's friends and companions were to rally behind him and sing the same backhanded song, defending his sin and his inalienable right to do these things wrong? Wouldn't the man mature into becoming a clan, with powerful clout to subdue the land? To establish a norm where to be right is to do wrong but with all conviction? Just a few nonsensical questions to sling along, then go sliding a bloody finger upon the bladed fan. Look out now, mi good man, keep a watchful eye on that one.



Here's a piece of spoken word poetry to seal the deal. Just a look at some things and how I see them through, at the very least. This is a poem called:

Liar. It's published in my "Collect Call" book on Amazon. Go, take a look, and move on.

Then there are liars and God-deny hers, who are now fast becoming testifiers. Swearing on the bible which they are liable, to value less than marketplace flyers.

Seeking straight answers to their crooked questions. The truth though, they'd skipped, sparsely their conscience pricked. This too they forgot to mention.

Crooked technicians playing the fools, make themselves busy designing tools. Then with just as much vigor, they're making the rules that govern the game for everyone else. Whilst they pile on the glory, wealth, and fame, but only for themselves, in the name.

Boastful dealers and custom stealers all professing to show. Just how much they are savvy, and in the know. While busily manipulating things, the way they want them to go. Then there's that someone who gathers all the spoils, though it was another who did the labor, another who'd toiled.