The Fine Art Of Lying

Lying about the snow, Things and people you know, And about those you don't know. Lying about the rain, About the pain, And the troubles of the citizen. Lying about the mountains, The hills, the heinous sins, And the stains on your hands. Lying about poor countries, With fewer fruit trees, opportunities, Resources, skills, and amenities. Lying about every single thing, Under the sun, the birds that sing, And the flowers blooming in the spring. Who are you? A narcissist, An atheist, a fantastic racist, A comedian or a fantasist? The lies can only bring shame; But the truth brings out great fame, And sheds light on excuses that are lame. Lying will take you straight to hell, Where everything is bad and pale, And where you'll crawl like a snail.