The seasoned liars
Never seem to go away.
I bump into them
On many an occasion.
They don't wish to look
At facts. All they ever do
Is deny, deny,
Deny. O when one points out
The 'elephant in the room',
They pretend as though
They don't perceive it! Perhaps,
They really don't because they're
So brainwashed. Perhaps,
They clearly see it, but don't
Want to admit, just
In case they lose their status;
By going against
The grain. I've thought long and hard
About such matters,
And I suspect the latter.
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