Fain Feign

It doesn't lurk in back alleys

or hide its face in the dark;

Only your trust it has to please

to make you a hapless mark.



You meet it as Dr. Jekyll

and never suspect Mr. Hyde,

Until it has devoured its kill

and thrown the crumbs aside.



Mawkish words & slick talk

are all part of the chicanery;

Falsely secure with a lock,

duped with a stolen spare key!



In tricks & deceit it does bask

and feeds upon innocence;

Once you remove that mask,

you realize t'was just a pretence!