Friday Poetry Blogging: Lying Liars

Carl Sandburg poetically helps us understand Karl Rove.

The Liars (1919)

A LIAR goes in fine clothes.
A liar goes in rags.
A liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.
A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.
And the stonecutters earn a living?with lies?on the tombs of liars.

A liar looks 'em in the eye
And lies to a woman,
Lies to a man, a pal, a child, a fool.
And he is an old liar; we know him many years back.

A liar lies to nations.
A liar lies to the people.
A liar takes the blood of the people
And drinks this blood with a laugh and a lie,
A laugh in his neck,
A lie in his mouth.
And this liar is an old one; we know him many years.
He is straight as a dog?s hind leg.
He is straight as a corkscrew.
He is white as a black cat?s foot at midnight.
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So I hear The People tell each other:
Look at to-day and to-morrow.
Fix this clock that nicks off millions
When The Liars say it?s time.
Take things in your own hands.
To hell with ?em all,
The liars who lie to nations,
The liars who lie to The People.