Lair of a liar

Cheap and nasty, true and bold.
Tales of hiding, fears untold.
Spring out of mouths that should be closed.
Locked in brains too old to know.
Gestate in places dark and hidden.
Finding victims so equally ridden.
For what you give is what you get.
What goes around, lest we forget.

30/07/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: karma, lies, lifeTags: art, bad, brains, choices, karma, lies, life, mask, Old, people, poem, Poetry, rhyme, rotten 5 Comments