Glib to a point of maddening
Always quick-witted and ill-informed
You draw smiles on my face
And place gentle hands on my shoulder
Yet in those inadequate moments
As you fuel a rumor-mill to churn
And boundless imagination
Of long-lasting untruths
Just to bend the ear
Of other fools passing in your direction
I will always love you
And despise you
And cherish you
As I wished you were very far away
From me