I am a liar.
Pathological in my enjoyment
of fabricating fantasies,
spinning spells,
telling tales,
weaving whoppers.
My true stories
more interesting than most,
yet I am dull and dammned
without imaginary enhancement.
Exaggeration of the unfortunate,
downplaying of the fortuitous,
invention of the exotic,
these are my ever-playful fuel.
I am a liar.
I am a writer.