“Nothing doth more hurt in a state than that cunning men pass for wise.”
Francis Bacon

 

He sits at our meetings and pretends to be your friend

He’ s very good at it-

He looks like a kindly, indulgent wise old Grandfather.

 He’ll let you talk and talk and talk and he will hang on every word you say.

And then one day he’ll take your confidences and

Sell them to the lowest bidder.

He’s hurt and betrayed and discouraged good people

From doing good work.

For Sport.

What else could it be?

The thing of it is, I had one of those Kindly Old Grandfathers

Who was

Wise and Patient and Kind

And this man who sits against a wall and pretends

To be like him

Offends me.

Now as we are about to cross paths again

All I can say is:

You deserve me Sir.