Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Is it fair that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth?

Is it fair that I have grown up a favorite son of the south?

Is it fair, that I was given the looks of an Adonis from the heavens above?

Is it fair, that the girls follow me everywhere and pledge me their love?

Is it fair that my intelligence and IQ is so grand and high?

Is it fair that I always get hundreds and the kudos fly?

Is it fair that I won the lottery and I am as rich as Hades?

Is it fair that I have a fast car, a great house and a bevy of ladies?

Now, I know at this point you want me to croak like a frog on a log,

But being a liar is my best suit and so ends this imaginary blog.