Unfettered you Mix up your Pie,
ingredients Become the Lie.
Encased within a Crowning Crust,
that’s Made up of Pure Mistrust.
Deceive, Mislead, just Plain False,
encompassed In your Lying Waltz.
So built Up there’s Liar’s Creep,
part of You – Even in Sleep.
Remorse and Guilt not In your Mix,
pie long Baked – Don’t care to Fix.
Time will Come to Share your Pie,
Four and Twenty Jailbirds – CRY!!!