Telling lies is an art superior I say.
Every word being a lie is a culmination of art
He casts each lie as deftly as he could in a way.
The piece looks lovely from the start.
He says one thing this hour with grace.
He calls me saying that he is on the way to meet me.
Then he switches off his phone leaving nothing to trace.
Waiting in the station I find that he has made a fool of me.
He speaks lies in such a close-knit weaving.
To get into the nuances we need skill extraordinary.
Never he repents or feels hard for so much lying.
Well, such men do live with pride seems not ordinary.