Your Smile Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

You greet people with a smile
You offer your soft hand, with style
but you're plotting all the while
like a lawer baits a jury at a trial
You're like a convict with a file
who hid your true intentions
while sledging rocks on a pile
Your radio tuned with your own dial
You've got a lot of guile
To see your name in lights
You'd walk another mile
But you've got a hole in your soul
as you play your friendly role
but you don't care if heads roll
as you step over corpses from whom you stole
as you fooled them with your smile
But you can't look me in the eye
Becasue you know I saw you as your are, all the while