poem/The way of a lie

The way of a lie
First,somebody told it,Then the room wouldn"t hold it.
So the busy tongues rolled it, till they got it outside.
Then the crowd came across it.and never once lost it,
But tossed it and tossed it,Till it grew long and wide.
This lie brought forth others,both sisters and brothers,
And fathers and mothers_A terrible crew.
And while headlong they hurried,
The people they flurried,And troubled and worried,
As lies always do.
And so evil-bodied,This monster lay goaded,
Til at last it exploded in smoke and in shame.
Then from mud and from mire
The pieces flew higher,And hit the sad liar,
And killed a good name.

from the poetry book Inspiring Poems
okayuntil next time The High roller is rolling on out
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