Hiding Liars

Where can hiding liars go?
To be hidden by those,
Denying to be liars also!?

These times today we live in?
Have been incredibly fantasized.
Leaving truth to realize as is,
A myth mixed...
With various nursey rhythms.

So many have become,
Professional deceivers.
Opportunistic leechers.
And mindbenders.
Skilled and undetected misdeed doers.
Immaculately dressed thieves.
And highlighted to idolize,
On covers of popular magazines.
It's no wonder people duped these days,
Can not trust anyone to believe.

Where can hiding liars go?
When no longer through the woods,
Can they sneak to visit grandma.
Or escape from the wolves,
Grandma hired to protect her house.
Today's grandmothers...
Are not easily trick.
And not about being yesterdays' fools.

And those three huge bears,
Claiming to threaten Goldilocks?
Walking casually alone,
Through a forest?
Skipping towards grandma's house?
Those sane bears,
In told tales Depicted...
Have long been suspicious.
As to how this 'child' can afford,
An elaborate cape tailored made...
From Chinchilla dyed red fur.
Pretending innocence.
When underneath that cape,
She could be packing more than heat!
And has a blackbelt in karate!
Times of innocence?
These days have become,
Insanely deranged.

Where can lieing crooks like this,
Hide to pretend...
Of having a wholesome and pure,
Unaffected innocence?
Since it seems everything,
Has been intended and meant...
To be clearly rehearsed to perfection.
With a performance given,
Entirely fictioned.

When Jack and Jill went up that hill,
To have that act believed...
They were fetching a pail of water?
Comeon, please.
Who goes up a hill to fetch water?
When all water can be easily fetch,
Knowing it witnessed it caught to catch...
Flowing down hill into a spring.
And clear,
Of polluting bacteria.

From the very beginning,
Hoodwinking deceivers...
Have masqueraded themselves.
Portraying every character,
From old told fairytales.
To take thinking minds away.
With a twisting to bend reality.
And even today,
So successful this approach has been.

However...
Grandma?
Grandma knows,
The truth for what it is.
Grandma didn't live,
Without some truth kept as proof.
And dares those hiding,
To come near her house.
Thinking they can lay up and lie.
Like field mice,
Scurrying in and about.
Without grandma calling the cops.
Or 911.
Giving detailed specifics,
Of what she sees to believe...
Is attempting to undo,
Her peace of mind.
To have earned and not easily.

That's why liars, crooks...
And corrupted thieves,
Go somewhere else...
To deceive people with sweetened treats.
Because grandma is known...
Not to be the one to play,
Cops and Robbers.
Or rats to exterminate.
And...
Any day of the week, month or year!
Grandma has lived refusing aggravation.
She makes this known heard loudly.
Between munching,
On her homemade cookies.
And sipping on her own brewed beer.

'There is only one place,
Left for us to go.
And I'm hoping,
She is in a forgiving mood.'

'She?
Who would that be?
Helen of Troy?'

'My grandmother.'

'Your...grandmother?'

'Yeah.
But there is one thing we must do!'

'What?'

'Dress up.
Dress up...
Like we are the three blind mice.
And the others as if...
They are the Seven Dwarfs.'

'There's only five of them.'

'Hopefully,
Grandma will be so happy to see me.
She will not notice,
We are in costumes.'

'Hopefully?
Well hopefully your assumptions,
Are not another exposure...
Of your questionable ideas.
And followed crazy ways.
Hopefully.
Since we are in dire straits.
For real.'

'It has been years,
Since she has seen me...
Dressed to impress.'

'Well...
We are taking a risk with this.'

'I know.
And she has always said,
To me and my siblings.
Her home is no place for liars.
And...
If anybody tries it,
We'd be screaming for the Devil...
To release us from our misery!'

'Uh...
Sounds promising to me.
Tell you what...
Why don't you go,
By yourself.
And explain to your grandmother.
Times have changed.
And me and the others,
Will stay where we are.
Craving the taste for her porridge.
Tell her that.
And perhaps she will forgive,
All of our juvenile misdeeds.'

'Hmmm.
I had not thought about that.
Here.
Take my gun.
Just in case,
Grandma's hugs becomes a frisking job!
Grandma use to love to pretend,
She had been a warden.
And we were sent to her prison.'

'Oh?
Tell you what.
Have grandma believe,
You came alone to visit.
By yourself!
And don't scream out,
To expect our help!'