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Sir Liar

Sir Liar, how do you manage to be charming?

How can you fool your friends and victims easily?

Oh, you’re a warlock with that magic you’re spinning,

If a skeptic accuses you, you smile sweetly!

Sir Liar, looks like you’re losing your memory,

You’re starting to forget to weave the truth with lies

As you’re begin to forget your identity,

So you do your best to cover it with a smile!

Sir Liar, you’re looking a bit queasy and pale,

And why would a liar ask his friends for the facts?

Your tuxedo’s wrinkled, have you been drinking ale?

You’re losing victims ‘cause you’re forgetting your act!

Sir Liar, you’re walking without your great magic!

Everyone scrambles to hide from you, the faceless!

All say, “He’s a man cursed by a witch, how tragic!”

This warlock can’t speak magic no more, what a waste!

Miss Joker

Miss Joker, you’re funny! You put smiles where you go!

So when the days are tough, you continue to smile,

And it is crazy to think someone is your foe,

But when I said this, why is your smile not so bright?

Miss Joker, are you trying out gallows humor?

Your puns and jokes and tricks are very dangerous,

And it is not crazy to think you like horror,

When I said this, why do you look mysterious?

Miss Joker, can you stop? You’re talking to yourself!

You chatter at invisible audiences,

And all of your former fans have already felt

That you’re falling into a world of craziness!

Miss Joker, you’re no longer funny…stop laughing!

You make jokes to the wall, no longer an inch sane,

And as you are laughing and joking, you’re crying…

Oh, pity Miss Joker in her circus of pain

Drop by Drop

It’s just a dumb haiku :DD

The storm rages on,

Its misery drop by drop,

Till we all drip down

Here’s a dumb poem I made :’))

A Minute

As we stroll through meadows of joy, your smile is bright,

We dance and sing, shaded, covered by a rainbow,

But the clock’s time is ticking in this long-term lie,

Yet we clung to it, to avoid the curse bestowed

Now we are in quite polished rooms of rotten wood,

The lie has dried out and the truth wetly remains,

I would scream, I would speak, if I just simply could,

And I sense your fear…and so calmness I shall feign

We had such fun in this illusion called freedom,

Where we ignored the majority’s punishment,

Where we were ready to not come to a kingdom,

For we were sick of this world’s lies and its treatment!

Now we stroll through the smooth streets built by the cruel,

We walk proudly, heads held high, covered by their jeers,

I dumbly plead with them to give time to us fools,

They did give us time, but just a minute, I hear

So uhhh, this is random cringe I guess and it’s up to your own interpretation