The Game

I always wear a pleasant smile,
even when I'm home alone.
All who meet me I beguile

so practiced am I with my wiles--
a countenance fixed like stone--
I always wear a pleasant smile.

When all around me spew their bile,
I, my skills in patience hone,
all who meet me I beguile.

I keep my thoughts at bay a while
and harbor plans from grievance grown.
I always wear a pleasant smile,

befriend those who've earned my ire
gain their trust, invite them home,
all who meet me I beguile

encourage them to, yes, confide
then expose what others loathe.
I always wear a pleasant smile,
all who meet me I beguile.