Golden Lies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.” Unknown

Golden Lies

The lights went down,
the gathered hushed, 
curtains off to the sides,
a single light on centre stage,
act two was underway,
shadowy background figures
danced opaque dalliances,
while those closer frenzied
and flailed while the 
naked one in the spotlight
regaled his fine clothes,
a suit of golden lies
at his feet,
an unnecessary guile.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, politics, quote

10 responses to “Golden Lies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. A different take on The Emperor’s New Clothes.

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  2. Fashion is always playing a part in the game of liars. 😉 I had never seen a selfmade billionare walking down the streets in highclass fashion.. 😉 Michael

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  3. I say, throw a blanket over his hideous nakedness and remove him from the stage.

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  4. Charis Counselling

    Oh I love this – the way you use words so eloquently – slamming home a truth with such style – how’s that book going????


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