"A Prayer For the Lying", by Ippy Poy Paramecium, eight years old and wiser than words...
Created | Updated Dec 23, 2003
Out of the mouths of former babes and future babes, comes... Some odd stuff!
Miss Ippy Poy Paramecium is one of those children who verge on prodigy, but just miss it by a few centimeters.
She has been diagnosed as having a rare metabolic disorder that causes her to sense the wavelength of finger paint hues.
This has caused some small problem around her school, as most of her teachers could not care less.
With an IQ measured by a defrocked postal inspector at around 162.823444, Ippy has suffered the derision of her peers and her inferiors, but survived to hack into the local school system's retirement fund computer and make sure that they will all be eligible to sell peanuts and pencils in their near futures.
In an effort not to enrage her, we have given in gently to her insistent request to read this, um, item on the air.
It hasn't hurt, much, that her Grandmum is the parole officer for half our Steno Pool.
SFX: cough
Dearly bored to death,
we are gathered here today,
to lay to rest the ability
of the liars to keep eating our brains.
Whatever personal demons or mousies that they have inside them fighting to get out should be released in some healthy outlet, like footie or mountain-climbing.
Your parents told you not to lie, that it was bad.
You probably lied to your parents.
That I can understand.
But don't lie to me. I never did nothing to you and I wouldn't even be speaking to you if you weren't misbehaving like you really know you shouldn't!
Lies are not enough.
They cause cancer.
They cause war.
Lies cause school children to weep because while they study hard, it is apparent that the school authorities have succeeded to their posts and stopped studying, if they ever did. The trees in the forest of education have voices, so stop counting the rings!
Lies torture and kill without blinking.
They present ignorance as justice and justice as a roll of the loaded dice.
Lies require a scorecard so you can tell which great liar is winning against which poorer liar, so you know which one to run from today and which one to run to tomorrow.
I pray for the liars, that they will wake up one day and take it all back, because they are creating too much badness for the good people to ever be able to clean up.
Lies are never enough. They procreate and produce more lies.
The truth is Eve was just being nice. The serpent was God himself.
Lilith did the right thing.
She got out of there before she was trapped into giving birth to the beginning of the Christ,
who, without intending to, became the Father of many lies.
I think he wept because he knew that, but he couldn't stop it.
Any one who tells you any different is lying.
Unless it's my Grandmum, who never lies...
although she tries for my amusement sometimes.
No more lies.
They cause nightmares.
A young genius needs her sleep!
