Please, do not try to flatter me
with those capricious words you speak,
perspicuous but inurbane...
their undercurrent, quite oblique.
They may seem kind to you for sure;
beneath, though sweet, alienate
with mean, malignant metaphors
that make the sugar dissipate.
I will not be your sought scapegoat
and gravitate to cunning words;
with meanings so transitory...
they're swished away like flocks of birds.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd...
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