They cluster about
like vampires,
smiling sycophants,
their eyes glowing
with delight,
basking in your presence.
Their good intentions
would suck you dry,
if you gave them half
a chance.
.
.
File under: Things I Learn from Watching the Greats in Action
Shawn L. Bird 
Yes, a few of them have sucked me dry without me ever knowing they were there! Nice write!
Thanks.
Sounds like some people I’ve come across. Great poem.
Thanks, Emmal.
All the more reason to be suspicious of smiling faces.
Smile back, but when they get smarmy, give them the ‘I see through you!’ eye.
Indeed
yes….
Thanks for stopping by, Robert
All of mine are human by day, but bare the fangs of Divine at night. But that special breed knows, perhaps loathes, occasionally feels as if without clothes…
Hmm.
Reblogged this on random rants from my crazy brain and commented:
Couldn’t have said it better myself!
This song says it all and why now that I’m older I have a very small circle of friends. I prefer to be a Solitary. I can easily spend days and weeks with just my cats and no humans.
The Undisputed Truth – Smiling Faces Sometimes – 1971
You’re awesome.