The lies you’d told, overtime, they’d, turned, rusty, just like BRASS, from that nursery rhyme, long, long, long ago…
The rust on your lies, you tried, to clean it off, but, it just, wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard you’d, scrubbed! The rust on your lies, how will you, live with it, huh? Those lies you’d, told, to not just me, but all who knew you, they’d now, come back, to BITE you on the A-S-S! And you got, NOBODY to blame, but yourself for it.
like this??? Not my photograph…
and it, doesn’t look good, does it???
The rust on your lies, it’d, made your lies become, stiffened, and, they’re, no longer, as agile, as, mobile as they once all were. Well, that’s, expected, isn’t it? As those lies aged, they’d become, less, and less capable, of doing what they were there in the first place: to COVER your ass!
The rust on your lies, now, that will be, all you will EVER have, to keep around. Nobody loved you, and nobody EVER will again………
The rust on your lies, they’d, etched themselves, engraved themselves, onto your god DAMN life, and, no amount of tryin’ to shake ‘em all loose will do, they’re, totally, STUCK!
Life, the Obstacle Course 
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