Glad-Handed Simulacrum

Faux props are cancer

“oh my god you’re so brilliant!”

Malignantly saying nothing

To really real human beings

Flippantly faking something

That was never really real

For yourself to feel helpful

Like a pleasing commercial

But you end up as cancer 

Or a toxic air freshener

Distorting and destroying

Any hope of self-knowing

Their really real human being

  You take that from them

  You replace that with cancer

  And set them up for true failure

All to feel helpful. . .

   Your faux props are pure cancer