The creativity of a good lie
Has the shapely legs
Of a dancer that go on forever
A gratifying leap
Into unknown territory
A contortionist
As it stretches and frames
A story in a double jointed
kind of way
Spinning half truths into
Full blown lies
It can juxtapose
Any position turning
Inside out
Causing confusion
Make no mistake
A good lie is
Is a world traveler
Changing its map
As it weaves in and out
Of tight corners
Responding quickly
To dangerous terrains
In its willingness to risk
Writing its way out of jail
I looked at my watch
I’m late again
My liar opened the door
With a smile and said
Honey I’m home
