Liar,Liar (poem)

Liar,Liar

Liar,Lair.

Pants on fire.

If you weren’t a liar,

I wouldn’t have set your pants on fire.

Your pants slowly smolder,

On top of my shoulder.

You’re a terrible friend,

This is the end.

I wish it weren’t true,

But sadly we’re through.

I used to give you my shoe,

Now I am blue,

And I hope your underwear burns too.

Fire ....

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