Bar fly guy

 He comes up to you
in a bar
and says his usual bit
skillfully
you sit
in casual observation
and laugh it off

He comes brazen
and alive
with words
and dutiful confidence,
It's hard to tell him apart
from the real thing
it's hard to tell a copy
from an original

Inside his mind
he knows
the game
and plays
again
and again
like a pest
around a light
to see if you are an option

But deep down
he knows
you will probably reject
and suspect
his brazen
and selfless advances
to be typical

He displays an image
and waits

you idly watch him caress
your inner desires
and falter

Sweet nothings
are sweet
but you know his type

and you know yourself

enough to know

this is phony