Why do you lie,
To always seem perfect,
To always be right,
Does it ever cross your mind how evil you are when you say one thing here and then there,
Did you not notice that often issue on came up after you decieved little envelopes and visits to one you claim you never see,
Being Mary Jane isn't easy I guess,
But it can make you abandon your obligations in hiding after baring witness to a hero's villain or hero action as vigilante,
Only time you told the truth was in fear to never speak,
Big Brothers secret incest crime lies but you hugged him so lovingly as you welcome him home,
When truth you were never even blood so that was just fooling around,
You live lies too, so it shouldn't be to hard to see that you are actually the bad guy in the story, because the hero knew all the time,
For in the same muddy stream I once played, my little sister was same school and same age,
I saw your hero play harmonica, whom else did I learn from in, Polio had he but his hands could do miracles,
Medicine were brought from your family store for my sick sister and Mother knew her well in righting her wrong,
I live in the house of Lucky,
But left before you matured,
And though I forgive you all for calling my family names in my absence,
Grandmother was no witch,
You should never feared walking by,
And if you came to her home you would have seen that I knew you once upon a time,
So I listen to every lie and never told you the ire of irony ,
As you ask of family to call curse upon me,
But on they very stone table is there something forever to give blessings upon me,
The story should be much clearer, if I just say the boy who almost drowned in river,
©dexxtoby
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