Flattery: A Barbed Crown

Flattery: A Barbed Crown

I never could understand
Whether to be flattered;
With head turned up to the clouds,
Or stand back and be suspicious.

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While the fire of criticism,
Welds my mind back to sense.
Prudence is at risk of being washed away,
By the soft rain of flattery.

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A twist of your tongue…and,
Words rolling off of it so smoothly.
Must’ve been practising for years,
You don’t have to be trippin’ out over me like That!

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Listening to the aye-sayers;
Paying heed to the nay-sayers.
I’ve learnt that flattery leads you everywhere
Your foot wants to land.

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Beware; fluttery flattery flattens all,
Hear the sycophants and flatterers.
But what matters in the end,
Is the voice between your ears.

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