You thought I'd be blinded - By your charm, And your smooth talk. You thought you could deceive; Little naïve me.
But what you don't know is that; I am a poet, A master of deception. I hide behind words on a daily. I can read between your; Sweet words and; Sugary sentences. So please try your lines, On someone else; That will be easier to bewitch. Bogus words, Don't fool me, Not anymore.
Come and let me tell you Tales of distant wizards In far off foreign lands. The speak in words of poetry And magic incantations Even they don’t understand.
They tell of arcane stories Of dragons and the caves Of gemstones where they hid. They tell of verve and derring-do And swashbuckling heroism In legendary acts they never did.
They chant, these ancient shamans To deities and gods of ancient name Who they know well are fakers. They foretell and portend wonders And riches for those who rule, and Call themselves movers and shakers.
These magic-minded soothsayers Drape themselves in auras of mystery And tell the believers they can heal. And if the congregation fails to look Closely enough at their performances They believe the mythological is real.
And time can coat the stores in paint That looks like the patina of the ages So it passes the inspection of he willing. No true believer looks for cracks In the walls around the real facts Or questions the truth they are killing.