His Gift

It’s his gift, it’s his prize:

He can pull the wool over anyone’s eyes.

                  Shuck and jive, sham and shill–

                  None alive have acquired such skill.

It’s his gift, it’s his knack:

To roll out the red carpet and yank it back.

                  He’s a two faced diplomat;

                  A tinkertoy aristocrat.

         It’s his gift to be cool,

         As he fools a few people once in a while

         It’s his gift to be glib,

         As he fibs through the teeth of his perfect smile.

It’s his gift, it’s his art:

It may be a factor– he’s an actor at heart.

The big boy plays hardball,

Looking like a Ken Doll,

 

                                                                                         

Summer 1982

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