Those ******* all get dressed to ****, that type, they're not themselves,
They play the game of smart charades wherein the artful delves;
Delves to shield the ugly, the unclean, the impure
And strives to hide it all behind a front, convinced to lure,
Belief in their conviction, their truth beyond all guile.....
But deep within, astute eyes trap, that smidgen of a smile,
That crooked glint of confidence, ensnared within the lie
To Prompt a slamming of the door... and watch those arseholes fly.

M.
22 June 2020
Online.