Blandishments

Behind the lively discourse is to fill the placement Lovely familiarity before the main statement After gallivanting the parlor is the pavement Nice conversation, just void of any argument Direct intentions, hidden in sweet scenting fragments Indirect message, passing through a nice compartment Sentences, garnished in honey for any treatment High is the soul, not knowing of a waiting shipment Mere praises, soaked in the bloated tales of achievement Each applause, a segment to land into the moment Not a clue, what is coming as the main part augments Talk for loyalty, the formula for some government Silver is made gold in words to push for a movement