Liar

Who can tell a straight-faced lie

While some can barely tell the truth

A story told of heartfelt wonder

Grains of truth and innuendo

But what, in truth, does it all mean

This unfolding amazement of little cheek

But what, when it matters, exceeds

The limits of exaggeration, reality

It cannot signal trust and reliability

But all to often, we are asked 

To look away, to ignore the gaffs

Or accept on faith what we know is true

And once we are committed to accepting

We must defend our position to others

And so it becomes a matter of ego

And we must then take it all to heart