Faking Interest Is a Skill

Faking interest in one is a skill, But first and foremost a punished sin, The deceived could just go for a kill, Who would not hurt unfailingly thin. If it were one's last action: To Hell, No likelihood of glimpsing God's throne, Kids don't their love announce with a bell And don't the subject raise on the phone; Their true state of mind on their faces; They'd break out free with all races, A stuck - out tongue for whom they dislike And to them it is a fitting strike. Adult fakers of interest remain, Rich smiles for whom they don't wish to train, Women for men they need their money; The challenge: to keep sounding funny.