Liar, Liar
Oh, how the mighty have fallen
Like the descending leaves of Autumn
Pointless to nurture this self-importance
And the blind denial of inadvertence
With integrity always in question
To blow one’s own trumpet an obsession
No inventory of achievements
And pathetic service deferments
Your adversaries looking for peace
Wishing boastful outbursts would cease
Calling you out on your phony claims
Watching your fake news go up in flames
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Mind, Love, Misery's Menagerie
SaturdayMix - Mad about Metaphorst
Prompt 'Blow one's own trumpet'
Words Prompts
Leaves - SSoC
Nurture - WOTD
Peace - RTD
Inventory - FOWC
Image by Zichrini from Pixabay
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