by Focus
© 1999 Focus, all rights reserved
Vicious
little man hides
behind attractive facade.
Always pleasant,
smiling, and
false.
You can't pin him down.
Big words, slick,
oily, meaningless.
His pat on my shoulder
makes me
cringe.
Like an orange
rotten at the core.
The taste in my mouth
is bitter
and foul
betrayal.