I thought this up due to recent events that happened to me through a liar and their games. That person cost me something very dear to me, and even though I am sour towards it, harbor no anger or ill-will. As I thought more about it, I merely began to see that in this world... sometimes the best liar will win, no matter who they hurt. However, I am also calm because I believe very highly in karma. And as the poem states...everyone can lie...even a small white lie to make someone feel better, you know? In the end, no matter how you justify it to yourself or others, a lie is a lie, and there are times when doing so isn't as bad as other times...so long as you don't continue and make it a habit. That's when problems begin. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
