I think I ought to keep a list
of lies that I have told.
For otherwise, they tend to twist
and then, at last, unfold.
These webs I spin are sticky, sir;
they'll catch you off your guard.
Getting in is tricky, sure,
But getting out is just as hard.
I have to watch my step for fear
that I won't make it through.
I'm in so deep that it's not clear
what is and isn't true.
But if I kept a list, you see,
few issues would remain.
These webs, at last, would leave me be
with just my ball and chain.
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