Hey, I Lie, Therefore, I Am

I live in a labyrinth composed of my own lies and I’ve been in here so long that I feel no inconsistency

I can lie right over my older falsehoods without even having to try to maintain a straight face

I spew new and even bigger lies which contradict my former fabrications, without even noticing

Any difference between reality and my statements does not concern me for I know what’s true...right now

I recognize only the veracity of my latest twisted blathering, not what others might wrongly point to as fact

And I belittle those who pester me with questions regarding my earlier pronouncements

I have a coterie of cronies, sycophants and donors who hang on my every word and defend my utterances

Therefore, freed from reality, I can remain insulated and pure to my shifting, emotion-based prevarications

I find that often people agree with me after talking for a while: They remain quiet which must mean they agree

I comfort myself by building a safe cocoon of my own intertwined fairytale falsehoods that surrounds me

I lash out at those who conspire to try and make me admit to false accusations regarding my past utterances

I am so very comfortable lying that I have absolutely no problem believing everything I say...while I say it