Poem: False Prophet

[Poet of Ephraim]

Sly little snake, won't you ever stop your hissing,
Teaching the humble its wealth they are missing.
With an attitude and suit that cost an arm and a leg,
And platitudes unto the saints harm and neglect.
Your eyes betray you when your passion ignites,
That smile brings the ice of a duper’s delight.
How good and right you seem when cherry-picking verses,
But the devil's in the detail in your self-named circus.

Unfortunately inspired by more than one

~Poet of Ephraim