Since Nineteen Eighty-Four
At first, he said he never told a lie,
Then he confessed that there were two or three,
Then told us he's been lying constantly
Since nineteen eighty-four, just to get by.
He got away with it, since he was sly
And hid his anger and inconstancy
Behind a mask of deep serenity,
Pretending he was just a Belgian spy.
The truth was almost certain to emerge,
So he was always ready with a plan
To deal with all his friends' dismay: he ran.
He left a note explaining that the urge
Was irresistible, it was the scourge
Of his sad life. He was an evil man.
Then he confessed that there were two or three,
Then told us he's been lying constantly
Since nineteen eighty-four, just to get by.
He got away with it, since he was sly
And hid his anger and inconstancy
Behind a mask of deep serenity,
Pretending he was just a Belgian spy.
The truth was almost certain to emerge,
So he was always ready with a plan
To deal with all his friends' dismay: he ran.
He left a note explaining that the urge
Was irresistible, it was the scourge
Of his sad life. He was an evil man.
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