Lies and lies upon a lie

Every single time I try.

Up and down and inside out

Ever longer grows my snout.

Even when it seems so small

I somehow manage to have the gall.

Here and there I even swear

Spout some bull without a care.

I fib and fake, fudge and fool

My empty words used as a tool.

And though at times I wish to stop

Fear compels that hope to flop.