Beware the ones that call you "Dear"
and whisper Shakespeare in your ear.
They'll talk about you when your head is turned:
"A witch from Salem - to be burned."
They'll give you gifts because you're poor:
then steal your time and beg for more.
They'll praise with words not from the heart:
Because telling lies is such an art.
And when you dare to tell them "No."
A living Hell's the debt you'll owe.
Remember Iago - spreading lies:
like a tumor until someone dies.
Men in masks of painted gold:
Making sure the truth's untold.
And they whispered Shakespeare in your ear:
Beware the ones that call you "Dear."
Poem © 2009 by Dylan Mitchell
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