Call Him Whatever

Call him whatever, thou called him a liar!
Yet, someday he'll grasp what thou mean,
Thy face is masked, thy smile is even slier
Thy heart can tell-though could be a dean.
Come on, stop bargaining-be a good buyer,
Fathomless is this life-truth thou never glean.

Call him whatever, pour thy stinking satire,
Can't quit, or like a child-wean?,
What gain then? Thou are still in a mire!
Do tell me, why are thou so keen?
Backbiting, slander, killing without fire,
Too dirty are thy hands-haven't you seen?