It’s true, she said begrudgingly, that
even he has features which in honesty
redeem an inchoate intransigence, you’ll
be as absolutely sure as it is possible to
be of when he lies; but he’s political we all
protest – chameleon at worst and best in
colours that confirm you’ll never know the
lilt and sway of whom you’re talking to
Oh, I can tell, she smiled, as graciously
a lady as who’d never let a fib degrade her
lips; there’s observations made by colleagues
in the trade as evidence in truth, they have
identified that every time he lied you knew
because his lips were moving too
© 23 December 2011, I. D. Carswell
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