DAWN TROW
Contest of Lies

Masters of the art, scheming, devising,
creating lies, sweet bitter lies, more
sweeter than bitter. Seducing, alluring,
bewitching trusting victims, flies drawn
to a honey pot of sugared lies. Skills
match: two liars like peacocks parade
talents of iced deceitfulness.

"Opponent, lie to me! Drop me to dirty
depths! Revel in your creative juices,
your falsely sweetened juices so sweet.   
Lies born of such a splendid juice engage
my thirst to compete.  Bedazzle me with
silken lies, flowing, rushing from your
river mouth of silken lies. Oh your sweet
lies, dressed to kill, to break my will.
Beautiful tainted lies I cannot despise.
Beautiful tainted lies I only adore.

Oh their laces, sequins, frills add
to my thrills. Lies. Yes, tainted
bitter sweet lies. I love their flattery.
You did well my lying lord. Now, my time
mine to show my flair and outdo you with
one fatal blow of my deceitful sword.
Watch how I can, oh yes I certainly can,
enthrall you with my oral stunts. Sweet
lies to butter you, a tower of sandwiched
lies with mayonnaise of course. Fibbing
foe, know a liar the same as you. In fluid
fact, your falsehood foolery, an equality.

Your lies wondrous and extravagant tall tales.
Equals in our lucid lying game. We master words
over stale boring truth. To live
a lie is to be a lie;
compete with me!"