apple-polish

I know what you're doing
so childish and clumsy
you think you're so clever
I never would see
butter up and apple-polish
before asking for favors
like an errant husband's
flowers covering infidelity
the irony is your subterfuge
is what raises my hackles
and disinclines me
to succumb
to your dubious requests

the fastest path from
A to B
is a straight line,
you crooked grifter