The Good Liar

It’s hard to tell the lies of impression,

the little bits of puffery that

makes one look good in the eyes

of a would be admirer.

One may say their name

with a French flair.

Betty becomes Bette.

Roy becomes Roy-al,

with the long affected A

stretched out to tomorrow.

One may even tell the story

about that old trick knee,

the birthmark turned war wound.

When they burn books,

in the end,

they also burn people.

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