Array ( [sid] => 185395 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Little Liar, Little Man [time] => 2018-08-30 00:16:29 [hometext] => I have difficulty accepting what I read and hear. I shouldn/'/t, but I do. A hellish childhood can do that, I guess. [bodytext] =>
Little liar, little man,
six foot four and still I buy
only the bill of goods I sell;
I am nothing, I can’t believe,
compliments that ring like bells;
even when praise flows,
rivers of generosity.
I won’t drink because I know
despite the ceaseless flow,
I am a liar, a little man.
What I write what I say
means nothing as I am
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Little Liar, Little Man
Date: Thursday, 30th August 2018 @ 12:16:29 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: Invierno


Little liar, little man,
six foot four and still I buy
only the bill of goods I sell;
I am nothing, I can’t believe,
compliments that ring like bells;
even when praise flows,
rivers of generosity.
I won’t drink because I know
despite the ceaseless flow,
I am a liar, a little man.
What I write what I say
means nothing as I am
a little liar, a little man.

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