Lies Poem by Andrew Matthews

Some call them half truths
Some confess to them in booths.
A lie is a lie no matter what colour
Little white or flaming whopper
They're all the same and it's a dangerous game.

Never forget a lie that you have spoken
A white lie is ok I suppose
But never forget or the spell will be broken.
Some people lie because they just can't help it
Some people because the truth can't afford it.

The world is full of people
who just can't look you in the eye.
See you later or just plain goodbye.
A shake of the hand, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
A salesman's smile should always make you think.

That's why it's better to tell the truth
Then you don't need to go to the booth.
Don't cast no spell don't tell a lie
Or in Satan's wok you will stir fry.