Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 No Lie

There will come a day when I tell

No lie to anyone that day.

At honesty I will excel.

Nothing that's untrue will I say.

I have a habit, I don't know why,

Of lying about this or that.

Compulsively I have to lie,

Lies written down, lies in my chat,

About things big, about things small.

I will lie about anything.

And I do lie to one and all.

My lies spew forth in endless string.

The day no lie by me be said

Will be the day I wake up dead.