Thoughts of an Eccentric Author

Game of Trickery

It is no surprise that I lie, and it is no lie that I cheat,
Never to be trusted, for my words are full of deceit
But if I admit my dishonesty, does that make me truthful?
Can my confession be trusted, when I am so guileful?

A liar told the truth, isn't it so hard to believe?
I gave a truth, but was it what you wished to receive?
Her eyes covered, sees the truth, carries a balance and sword,
If by Lady Justice, then can a liar be trusted if he gave his word?

He lies, something that is known as an open secret,
He would cheat a rich man, or even a mere piglet
Lying without an ounce of guilt or remorse,
Sometimes lying to many, often by threes or fours

Am I to be blamed if I live to lie? And I lie to survive,
My once honest nature, I have no intent to revive
Yes, I am a liar, it is true that I am a cheat,
And in this game of trickery, I am far from defeat

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Inspired by "Liar Game" and me thinking about ironies, oxymorons, and paradoxes.