Smarm Smarm Smarmy

He was sincerely not interested.

Smiled that fake smile.

And man he could praise til

That praise rose your bile.

He was an itch in your

Trigger finger.

Waitin’ to be scratched.

And the plans he was planning

Couldn’t wait to be hatched.

Infection. Dejection. If they aren’t unveiled.

Misery. You will see.

Who will be hailed.

Not you man.

So don’t plan.

A billowing sail.

He listens even tho he hears not.