most people know a bolt
of lightning from a flash
of inspiration and some
people like to think they
recognise a cry of joy
from pain or anger from
frustration or fawning
condescension from a
sympathetic tone or a
warm smile from a leer
or timidity from fear or
addictive lust from love
or differentiate their
optimistic thinking from
a self-deluding wish but
but do they know a victim
from a willing naive fool
and do they separate the
well-meant fabrication
from hurtful cold deceit
and if so do they ever ever
so reveal this sly duplicity
inside them on the face
that other people meet?