Who takes the prize, “liar of the age”?
Whose meteoric, mendacious blaze,
Whose smoke and mirrors most bewitches,
Outstripping fabled truth-snitchers?
Abusers lure marks with grossest lies,
Hooked, then deemed worthy to despise.
The gall of liars to pour out deceits,
Then assail doubters as bad faith cheats!
Is there anything Santos didn’t twist
To prowl as world-record fantasist?
His invented worlds packed with thrills,
Remarkable triumphs, peerless skills.
When reams of deceptions are exposed,
Does that mocking grin seem indisposed?
Nah, each counterfeit retort rings false,
Like Trump, this phony’s immune from faults.
Propelling the con is arrogance,
His magic life entitled to enhance;
The bored predator makes life a game –
What’s the harm to falsify one’s fame?
What’s wrong with hijacking facts?
Embellishment suits this world of hacks,
Since “you can’t fool an honest man” –
Don’t all the duped invite the scam?
But who’d guess a more daring grifter
Would take on Trump the shapeshifter?
Is Donald now bursting with envy,
Upstaged by Santos’ lying frenzy?
Hard these days to know what’s true,
So let’s all make reality anew.
Perhaps congenital liars have no choice –
When truth’s no more than multiple choice.
Santos makes lying a running joke,
Confirming tactics opposed to woke;
As deceit serves parasitic ghouls,
The brightest bulbs refuse to be fools.