A Song of Deceit

As I journey through the sea of faces, I see you peering back at me.  You are astute and have a knack with being casual cordiality.  There is a brilliant yellow to your soul, but you betray.  I wish that it was not that way, but I must cross the river at your spot anyway.  I would love to just be a honey bee and not be seen or detected.  From your crew, you have now defected.  Tawdry women speak around you, and you listen.  Maybe you play a gentle triangle in their vicious symphony of deceit and defamation.  Do you think that the demonic ink that resides in your soul is ever going to go away if you keep spraying me behind the scenes with your surreptitious fire hydrant?  Maybe a fire unity will come to you to repeat your words for free, and use an ability to create shame and fear, simultaneously, in you.  I will continue to put words on a page, even if a man like you does rage my way.  What is not right, is really stupid in the military Grand Plan.  GERMANY may call you and thrash you with their infinite bobsled teams.  THOSE are men you do not want to cross.  It is very military to get a space in those very expensive machines.  The machine then becomes the combination of man and material monster.