Disclaimer: Any characters these lines may remind of are the property of their lawful owners.
A smile in the pocket's a handy, convenient device
To make an impression of being so pleasant and nice;
A craftily woven illusion in need to pretend,
To hide haughty thoughts and to look just like everyone's friend.
A smile in your pocket's a weapon of dangerous might,
Deceiving and charming and winning with almost no fight.
It's easy to use, though it needs some practice as well;
In your skilful hands, it will light up the road to Hell.
A smile in your pocket's a shield of effective defence
Against most of mishaps which make you so sorry and tense,
Against bitter feelings of being a hindrance to case,
A shallow baka who easily could be replaced.
A smile in your pocket's a cover concealing a spite,
Disguising intention to drag him in definite plight...
His tender light looks and sincere but clumsy concern
Annoy you so much- but you gratefully smile in return.
A smile from your pocket slipped over, fell out, got smashed
As something important and dear was ruined to trash...
With no more masks, when performance is finished at last,
He failed to recover your faith so cruelly bust.
Here it is. No pretensions to being remarkable, but writing rhymes was really amusing. (Despite the fact that my original plan of general summarizing sort of degenerated in wandering around a smooth evil boy, I still managed to intersperse it with some {quite lopsided} addressings to a dorky man whom I lurve too much to neglect x)). Heh. I guess now I should find a qualified beta-reader...