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I am wary of people 

whose smile never reaches their eyes,

with smoke and mirrors they waylay,

leading you to a garden of circles 

that never ends in ways you expect,

bringing you to paths that explode 

like a harmless red stringed balloon,

marking your head like a target

meant to be shot at

by covert dagger looks 

coming from their steely eyes,

looking at you now like predator to prey

sizing you up to be

a lamb stew or a quarter pounder

that takes them a while to prepare

but is incredibly satisfying

to their palette and fill

of people and things 

worth devouring.

Backstab cartoon. Artwork from https://hermann60510.wordpress.com