Mythomaniac

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By Albert Ahearn

The words stumble from her lying Mouth while her obtuse mind struggles For likely continuity. In due course the lie emerges Full-blown, ready for deceiving An innocent, unsuspecting Host singled-out as the target. This pathological liar Fabricates the fundamentals In a way that’s favorable To her in case she is challenged. There is no motive to look for Because there really isn’t one. She must lie and she’s good at it.

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