Liar
Don’t think me naïve
I know the realm in which we play
Pinocchio’s playground
Your favorite place to plot
I’m savvy to the nuances of your necromancy
Though you play the fool’s fiddle
Hoping the siren’s song
Will leave me lost at sea
Your deft fingers strumming
The guitar of guile
Seductive schemes
And subtle subterfuge
Yours is the palace of the plotting princess
Perfect in all ways—save one
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