Master Manipulator

A serpents tongue smells out an ear
Hissing twisted words to it's prey
They, ingest smooth talked truth
Injected by poisonous lies,
All susceptible to the weight of speech
Sufficating victim from constricting squeeze,
Wrapped around scaly cold fingers
Delivered points, flawlessly with a breeze,
All follow, fall in hand
Like a piper to rats;
Carry out laborious comands
Until aware of the state of being deceived
The best you can exclaim is poor drats,
Then unwind from said finger
To quickly solidify the mind
That wanders now linger
On the verge of an edge
Of a constant question,
What one succumbs to be a puppet
Masters target the thoughtless without suggestion; don't pick at yourself
I think better that we've all fallen ill
In a world of war men moved as pawns
Believe making a difference
Is in swallowing that little magic pill.