I don’t know why I told the lie;
it seems it just came out.
I lied so much I can’t recall
the things I lied about.
I told one lie, and then one more
to cover up the first.
My mouth became so full of lies
I felt that it would burst.
I didn’t think one more would hurt,
but that was my demise,
for now I’m buried to my neck
in all my rotten lies.
Some folks say telling lies is wrong.
I can’t say that’s untrue,
but I am sure that telling truths
is easier to do.