via Daily Prompt: Flattery

How interesting.
Your flattery tastes like lies.
All I hear is:
you want in between my thighs.
We all wear our shame and guilt
like Joseph’s cloak.
Yet, we put up our fronts,
pretending we’re different folk.
So, don’t tell me
what you’ll do or who you’ll be.
I have two eyes,
and I can sharply see.
I am not interested
in what you have to say.
It’s only best for you
to put your flattery away.
If you can’t,
well, c’est la vie.
Go ahead, my darling,
and please forget about me.