Flattery
My mother told me to always be nice
Over the years I climbed the ladder twice
To get to the top you must drop and stop
Complementing people putting on pedestals
Flattery will get you where you want to be
An art I have developed over a half a century
I will let you in on my secret sin from within
I look around for my victim not to long to wait
If I know you I will smile with a mention of hair style
If I don’t I will humble with a little stumble of mine
I will say it is a pleasure this day so glad to meet hurrah
Complements flying sometimes a bunch of lies always compromised
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2018
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