Pernicious

a new poem by T.F. Burke

Their words are sweet,

To cover the poison's bitter taste,

Their smiles are deceit,

Their favors beg your haste,

Before you can see,

See right through,

Their pernicious lies,

And their red flag eyes,

While proclaiming the value in you,

You're not the fool,

They grandstanded their ovations,

You're still you,

Though they claimed your name in selfish invocations,

You're more than they are,

They feed on you with self righteous supplications,

Run as fast as you can,

You don't need to become their degradations,

Be the best that you can,

Leave them all to their psychotic desecrations