Liar

You know it as you lick the fib
upon your roguish lips.
The story is the way it is
not the way it is.

You assemble all your words
to make a pyramid of false.
A river of the fallacy
becomes your beating pulse.

You blink, you sweat, you faint
under the veracity of suns.
You fabricate to shade, to wade.
You teeter on your puns.

Your snicker is your claim to fame
mistaken for a smile.
In the end you will get caught.
You know this, still you lie.