The Make Believe Coat

You’re a raconteur, witty in your ways, people speak your praise.

But often specious words you say, that’s how you take your prey.

Officiously you guide my day, telling me which way to stay. So you can feel you are enough, beyond my reach, just out of touch.

But nobody knows what’s beneath, your arcane ways where you snarl, sink your teeth. Incisive in your approach, but only on the surface beneath that you gloat, shrouded in your technicolored fancy make-believe coat.