Liar by Kiley Reagan

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~

From the book, Poems for the Ponder~

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

 

Full lyrics: 

Your lips are laden with lines all of which are lain and unwanted
rehearsed blurbs serve your false claim of respect attained, and you flaunt it 
I wish to expel your fake vibrations from my ears, which now are haunted

Will tonight you sleep sound, 
content, 
lost in deep sleep
Bound in false colors which act as sentry to your deceit
Walk a mile in someone's else's shoes if you aim to judge them.
I'd rather be torn apart piece by piece by a chipper machine than share a scene with this vile, prevaricating varmint 

I am able minded, 
armed with a keen judicious tact, 
in fact, 
your assumption that I believe your misleading, spit laden rants, more than takes me back
In fact, 
If I were to take this fork and with grace lend it to your brain 
I'm sure before you'd pass away
you'd proclaim to feel no pain 

Fail did I to properly deduce
what it is you hope to gain
fool who's blind to his own follies
disrespect all you attain
Is it the lies I more despise, or your oblivious inclination 
If agnostic minds one day yield a god, he'll get one slap for your creation 

Tell me more of your deep heart to heart with all our nation's best 
for the women hear I'll stomach the beguile you now project 
hope they find as I for you to be most mendacious in your step 
and perhaps save us some precious moonlight, 
not making me waste precious breath 

Is it a defense you enact to shield yourself from contumacious childhood neglect 
Hard work and pride, through effort applied, serve well if my mind recollects
Words meant to lead you true will not compute
you only hear your own ignoble sound
With every breath, this practiced jest, contains no truths that can be found

If I poked you with my pinky, you may lose your feet and hit the ground 
Your balance due to your big noggin will most likely not prove sound 
very heavy be the heads of fools that bare fallacious crowns 

give me just one wish and I would surely gather each and every liar 
put them in a warehouse, strike the match and light the fire