Not all frauds are equal. Some frauds
are exceedingly good at being frauds
and keeping the appearance of a perfectly
dependable, reasonable human being.
They are polite to a fault, having cultivated
a demeanor that's a cross between maitre d'
and mansplainer—someone only looking
out for your best interests. On the other hand,
the frauds who are terrible at being frauds
wear their pompousness and idiocy
loud like fancy pantaloons and orange hair.
A tin facsimile of night sky is more convincing—
holes punched with nails cannot help
but leak light from the nearest source.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
