The spy and the cheat
Knows more than you.
They collect friends
With reckless abandon
In a manner which surprises you.
You cannot compete
With all they know—the spy and the cheat.
They converse with others
Who are spies and cheats, too.
They cogitate formulas
For timely presentations of evidence
Which in the meantime they hide from you.
They don’t know everything,
But just enough.
Their arguments and rooms are neat.
You thought it was about love—
They smile at you, the spy and the cheat.
One last thing I will add,
Which will make the sophisticated sad:
The spy and the cheat
Cannot write poetry;
They lack that certain, delicate, touch.
They found out too late you cannot love
If you know too much.