The beauty of a lie


Somewhere, someplace around the world,
I was just studying, says the girl.
Seeing his mother's face in joy,
my battery was dead, says the boy.
Why are you late, asked with a frown,
think of the promotion,"my car broke down".
Thinking of the power and position,
Of course i will build the road, says the politician.
The whole word wants a piece of the same pie
why tell the ugly truth when there's a beautiful lie

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