Lies

One tiny little half-untruth
Spun out one fine spring day
Who would have thought so very soon
It would entrap some prey

With sparkling glint and sticky grip
A lie is built to last
Once you are caught up with it
Alas, you are stuck fast!

There is no easy exit though
The path from here is dark
Start spinning lies more carefully
Or you will miss your mark

The pressure's building up now
No longer is it fun
To late you start to regret
The lies that you have spun

Tangled up in sticky thread
Without beginning or end
I wonder who is laughing now
My deceptive little friend