Artful Liar

Bent towards positive
is the deceiver in me
This clearing house
for truth, and it's fee

Marked and pegged
as a great fibber
Sort after to be gagged
as an ad-libber

Known the world over
as a falsifier
Set on fire
with no testifier

They would have
called me a perjurer
But I was too much
of a protectorate

Suspicious fabricator
Rock solid educator
Mystical agitator
And a fool's spectator  

Spinning my yarns
from fact not fiction
Speaking only what I know
Without a single fraction

I love it when the truth
Finally come to light
And who I am is made plain
When wrong is made right