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Lying to get by in world war two

A man partially died, because of his lies
But he lived to tell the tale
He died inside, on so many levels
Perseverance sometimes prevails
And his guts were in knots they were tied a lot
To live in this time, is to not tell the truth
Keep up with your lies, or you might be shot
Inside your mind is an acrobatic spasm
Racing thoughts, hard to fathom
They are formed by judging others
In order to lie you have to judge
And learn to not speak your mind
There’s a baby somewhere with bleach blonde hair
And for the people you care, you have to dare
From advice from his wife to save her life
He got some dye and coloured it brown
In her cot she then laid down

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those who lie
no not as in lay
never die
why
they are always remembered
as the best ever

LIARS
AND
LAYERS
all lies
as in lie

those who lie are twisters of reality. if lies are the stock & trade, the truth will catch up with them eventually and they will be known as a Liar for all time. I like your theme, the body needs some work. I agree with the message. read your poem out loud and you will find the rough spots.

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yeah the body needs work but I write them so quickly. Really should spend time but tend to spew the words out. I am a man - so impatient! that's the excuse anyway. But the thing about excuses is that they excuse u! And I think the exception to your point about lies catching up, is that then, in that horrible war, you had to lie to get by. Them catching up with you wasn't as risking as not lying.

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is it the baby's hair that was dyed brown, so the mother's life would be saved? It does make sense that way. I agree that the rhythm needs work, but an interesting tale. ~ Geezer.
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Hello, Michael,
Is this based on a true story? I certainly imagine it could be during this horrible, frightening period. People trying to survive. A sobering poem.
L

Well obviously Germans have or had traditionally blonde hair blue eyes. But hair is dyed brown cos she doesn't want her baby to grow up to be like the other murderers so can send the baby away to blend in someone less fucked up. didn't make that clear!

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