A lie looks like a burglar who wears
a bandit mask, a cloak, and a top hat
it sneaks into a room
it steals a baby from its mother
by ripping it from the womb
stash it in a sack thrown over its shoulder
keeping it there until its festering corpse
leaves a stench so unbearable not even
the burglar itself could stand
the smell anymore the smell would eat it alive
its eyes and tongue would fall out.
A lie would always have something to hide
something behind its rotting teeth
charged with a felony
to rot in its own jail.