A Fly That Lies

I searched and I searched, but to my surprise,

I never encountered a fly that lies.

I looked in the cupboard and between apple pies;

I looked among hairdos and among Russian spies.

I looked in the jello and in the French fries,

But I couldn’t encounter a fly that lies.

The truth is elusive; in darkness it dies,

So I searched in my Hello’s and among my Goodbyes.

Exceedingly Pensive, I saw thru the disguise

Of a sycophant man with white hair and brown eyes,

And finally I found it, neither honest nor wise…

Not a fly, but a wearer — a Trumpist that lies.