Entourage

You walk in with your razor smile
Just waiting to be noticed
Well
I see you
But I don’t care
You are just another
It doesn’t matter what
Another poser
Another whiner
Another one trying to ingratiate
You’ll fail
Oh
You’ll think you won
Tell all your friends
“I spoke with him”
They’ll be elated
Jealous
All the while
I’ll just use you
For my advantage
You sycophants
No more than skid marks
On life’s undies

© 2006, Mosquitobyte