Such panache,
Such flair,
Such a gift of gab has he,
Riding wave on wave of
Billowy praise for
Adoring eyes to see.
Love him, hate him or
Despise him with his cooing
Brooding eyes.
Catch the tone of
Innocence delivered in
His scathing lies.
Do not, cannot,
Will not fall
To his contemptuous snare.
For he is but a charlatan,
Although…
He does have flair.
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