You’re a little grey man
Glib and benign
Charismatic too
A very bad sign
No empathy or guilt
No conscience or remorse
Impulsive, grandiose
And callous of course
Lying is your forte
It’s the best you can be
Manipulative and cunning
That’s you to a T
With your superficial charm
As your main claim to fame
You charmed the socks off me
Again and again
Could have fooled me forever
But the truth is out
I’ve got your number
I know what you’re about
You didn’t succeed
I think you had a fail
I dodged that bullet
Escaped that jail
Little grey men
And women are here
Blending in so well
That they almost disappear
In families and at work
Among our very kin
Pretending to be nice
Destroying from within
Kings and Queens of the cowards
There’s many of them
They don’t deal in colour
These grey woman and men
Wolf in sheep’s pelt
They hide from the light
They’re very good at hiding
Right here in plain sight
When I meet your like again
I can’t guarantee
That I won’t be burned again
Another time or three
You go on your way
I took back all you stole
But psychopath-remember now
I SEE you by your soul
Things In My Head 