The Mesh Of Lies

       I wonder how can a man bluff so much

    Every word he spoke any time he spoke

    Never by mistake too, he talked the truth

   What was the need for him to bluff to me

   I was a nobody to carry tales about him

   Why was he afraid of telling the truth

   Then finally it dawned on me why it is so

   His head was full of imagination gurgling

   Poor thing, he does not know the difference

  What he says is truth, or just his imagination