Faking Interest Is a Skill
Faking interest in one is a skill,
But first and foremost a punished sin,
The deceived could just go for a kill,
Who would not hurt unfailingly thin.
If it were one's last action: To Hell,
No likelihood of glimpsing God's throne,
Kids don't their love announce with a bell
And don't the subject raise on the phone;
Their true state of mind on their faces;
They'd break out free with all races,
A stuck - out tongue for whom they dislike
And to them it is a fitting strike.
Adult fakers of interest remain,
Rich smiles for whom they don't wish to train,
Women for men they need their money;
The challenge: to keep sounding funny.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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