Falling short of an overkill,
understated overstatement.
I tell it as it is, not as it should be:
first in line to be fashionably late;
crocodile tears are cried by the fox.
Cringe-worthy cunning,
Your interstellar speech so stunning.
A eulogy of false pretenses
covering no funeral expenses.
Softly sing your postmortem praises,
see if so much as an accusatory finger raises.
Posthumously getting in my good graces.
I offer my insincerest apologies,
it seems the afterlife has run out of spaces
May you, in good time, girl,
come to rest beside a weary churl.
Understand the gravestone,
forged by what remains of my funny back-bone
it declares: here lies the liar!
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