The Chief of Fool You?

The Chief of Fool You,
Will be despised by the wise.
A final laugh of celebration,
Will drown out the lies
Of I Fooled You,
When is sought
A place to hide.

Sneaky little fibs
From demonic lips,
Earn days that await,
Surely not to be craved,
When no wind will fill
The jaws for a chat.

Imagine that,
An end of days
For loony tunes.
Oh no,
What shall we do?

Do what you want.
You are your own lead dog.
If you aim wrong,
It is your fault.
You may need a guide
On a soon dark night.

How many wrongs
Do I need
To outdo a right?

You have spoken,
If that is your inquire.
Did ten out of ten,
Tell a big lie?

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