Poem, The liar master is Now the president of the cows parliament.
The hand he shake
Was a story of fake
To make them respect him
And a famous man become
He can’t tell them now
That he shake a cow
They made him lie
Cause he was shy
To be honest
And gain their trust
Now he must accept
The lying concept
His century began
History it will become
The lying master
The trophy winner
What they see is a king
The lord of the ring
But they don’t know that
He is a coward a rat
He lied for living
He lived lying
He is famous
Yet dangerous
He is the reason behind
Every problem we find
Lies make life a fake
Makes us dream while awake
Never believe again lies
Of him shaking hands
Shaking the president
Was he confident?
No he was squeezing
The cow he was milking
The victories he now drinks
Started with the cow he milks
Now he is the president
In the cows parliament
Now they believe that
He is a democrat
They live in the age of democracy
Finally someone fulfilled the prophecy
The lying master
Rules ever after
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