The minute he begins to talk
serpents fly from his mouth-
All of his jargon
fallen on the vulnerable ear
can make it seem as if he has all the cures.
Upon closer inspection, one soon notices
the words he speaks are lies, alibis and pretentions
practiced over many years and over so many times.
A lifetime of sweet talking
has made him shiftier than most
ready to leap and become the darkest host:
A pleaser, a teaser, a man who can work any room
changes his story quicker than me
quicker than you!
A sadness-however-his heart reveals
for no matter how dapper he looks,
he lives in a perpetual hell.
Some say he’s not always been this way;
many bullets he’s dodged
and many chances he’s been given.
But the conceit always returns,
and he goes back to his old ways
as he did on that one fateful day.
He found the one who would love only him:
A chance he was given
for a loving life he could start living.
With his fantastic tales, her he did woo
and she did laugh, cry and coo,
until that ethereal wind came whispering by
exposing the stranger making her realize,
the stranger was not capable of anything but
candy-coating and telling lies.
To this day she remembers when
this fast-talking stranger
almost won her heart, her money, her soul.
If it had not been
for the windblown whispers
of the one who had always loved her,
if it had not been he who had stirred the wind
exposing the stranger and his deceit within,
the woman would have been taken like so many others.
So the moral is simple as night follows day:
Be careful of candy-coated strangers!
They’ll say anything to get their way!