The Yes Man

They all have a habit of gliding in so slyly
Post three coffee Yetis with ideas grandeur
Pre ten ante meridiem press conference
It's their eyes, that silence before speaking
Two faced distortions and slight contortions
Movements sniffley, syntheticy, hesitant
What will I say? What will I do? What wont I?
Looking for my eyes, I make sure they see
War crimes. Excessive nuking. Blood lust.
The void forces their quick recalculations
And so concludes this silent bargain
A deal, neither good nor bad, just that
Just business, before the words flow forth
Feigning an interest and tip of the hat
I nod and... clickety-clack click click done