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Liar Liar

Starvation is my champion for avarice is the aim.

Liar liar pacifier

I have the incredulity of a doubting Thomas,

For your spittle soaked lips let slip still born promises

This austerity always rewards the anonymous

And the masters of your plot truly are monstrous

Liar, liar, your pants on fire

We're gonna warm our feet

On your funeral pyre

The law of inversion sticks to you like a glue

If opposites attract you must so love the truth

Transparent as glass you mount your awful attacks

"Be blind to your future, look back to your past"

Think of kids crying on Cyril Smith's creepy lap

As Dando lay dying why did crime stoppers collapse?

Could it be child line was really a trap?

Are her medals rewards for suppressing all that?

Now information requests have just been removed

As prince Andrew himself steps into the news

When buggered by monarchy there's nowt you can do

But posthumous hands will ring fiercely for you

Liar, liar, your pants on fire

We're gonna warm our feet

On your funeral pyre

The law of inversion sticks to you like a glue

If opposites attract you must so love the truth

Transparent as glass you mount your awful attacks

"The train is delayed by a bomb on the track"

Look over there! Where! Anywhere but here

There's a dark creeping shadow called terrorist fear

And although Bin Laden is dead the hydra has many heads

Now just like the Reds, mythical creatures curl up under our beds.

My brain it is spinning working out who is winning

What pieces are left upon the chess board?

There's a devil a dancing in the sandstorm advancing

We're at war with mirages but still people are dying

Liar, liar, your pants on fire

We're gonna warm our feet

On your funeral pyre

The law of inversion sticks to you like a glue

If opposites attract you must so love the truth

Transparent as glass you mount your awful attacks

Why don't Amazon pay any tax?

Wars never won

Corporate debt never paid

Monsters revealed

Only once in the grave

For a perfect system

The system sure stinks

And there's one contradiction

That sure makes me think

Whomever you vote for

Who is it that looses?

Only those we bequeath

Our shortening futures

Long Poetry