Am Fib Ali

In response to and inspired by InYaChest's video entitled, "The DUMBEST LIES men tell".
Men lie, women lie, we all lie to different degrees.... but when men lie, they do so horribly and at the dumbest things. Just be real. This is Am Fib Ali:

His charisma seized me;
Boastful struts towards my direction.
His words were crafted
To captivate my total attention.

Paragraphs filled with glam,
Making claims to make one gawk.
Yet, I quickly realized,
It's all just pretentious talk.

My mm-hms and uh-huhs
Filled between his pauses and rests.
Womp Womp Womp Wua.......
His voice faded, along with my interest.

Why start off with lies,
Of possessions and pseudo-success
Like I'm some dummy,
Vulnerable to petty attempts to impress.

That's ok, I'll move
"On to the next one"

My phone chimed twice
Announcing a text message arrival.
"Boo, I miss you"
Like I'm Jane stranded in a jungle.

Boy, didn't we just speak?!
Do, tell! What exactly do you miss?
Words need to be verified;
How 'bout you add action to the mix.

He professes, "I love you,"
After just a week- what insanity!
Intuition kicks in,
I sense deceit via ambiguity

The truth will prevail
Sweet nothings draw to one conclusion-
Nothing-- but motives
To taint my "sweetness" with seduction.

It echoes through my head,
"Baby, you know you're the only one"
He began to call me Tia--
Caught himself, then ended with, "Hun"

For how many seconds
Does that statement hold true?
Or am I the only one,
When I'm standing in front of you?

I thought you were smart;
You thought you were too,
Which made you mistake me
For some type of fool.

Each time you lie,
I tally it up in my head.
Strike one, strike two...
I'm fed up of being misled.

Skip Strike 3,
You're out! Enough of your quibble!
Take your things,
'N here's a Kleenex for the dribble....

2011

*Poem by Lex*

P.S. The title of this poem is a mere phonetic break down of the word Amphiboly to create an emphasis on the word Fib.