A Promise For Every Lie

There is no recline
To lying lips
Nor a seclusion
For tongues their skips

They indeed lie down
Not in comfort
They indeed ramble
Till the confront

The horizontal
No recumbent
Thus any folk tongue
No peace their bent

Prostrate if you will
Lean into it
Try and take your rest
No sleep in sit

Supine on your back
For what you lack
No peace in attack
To tongues in hack

This promise is prone
To what is sown
No matter the who
The what makes blown

You can be stretched out
There is no sleep
The promise is sure
Lies make for creep