Song: Big Lies Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Say it once. Say it twice.
Evoke the world of war and strife.
Say it once. Say it thrice.
Unknot the curled fears of life.

Say it once. Say it twice.
Emphasis is sound advice.
Say it once. Say it thrice.
Give it drama laced with spice.

Say it once. Say it twice.
The stock and trade of subtle liars.
Say it once. Say it thrice.
In every way, a slant or bias.

Talking in tautologies, mythologies, cosmologies.
Baulking no apologies; the driest chalk and cheese.
Talking in neurologies, theologies, pathologies.
Talking dendrochronologies; the rings of time in frieze.

Say it once. Say it twice.
There is no value that has no price.
Say it once. Say it thrice.
In the corporate vein, the blood flows ice.

Say it once. Say it twice.
An oft-repeated line is nice.
Say it once. Say it thrice.
Let slogans eat the mind's device.

Say it once. Say it twice.
The herald jokes and twists the knife.
Say it once. Say it thrice.
Beat the battle drum and fife.

Talking of conspiracies, cells, cabals and mysteries.
Stalking wilder lunacies that coat the current breeze.
Hawking with mad embassies, my prophesies, my heresies.
Walking with sad fallacies; the wood unseen for trees.

Say it once. Say it twice.
Instill desire for sacrifice.
Say it once. Say it thrice.
Let rumour mill and spin and dice.

Say it once. Say it twice.
By lying word, entrap, entice.
Say it once. Say it thrice.
Be led by nose to paradise.

Say it once. Say it twice.
Beware of candour when truth is vice.
Say it once. But all your life.
Propaganda yet is art's midwife!