You offer a hand
But they saw you as a wooden log
Lit it up and sent flares in height

You got not no reciprocation
When your flare went down
They constantly set you alight

You were warm
And got used for their warmth
You sway constant and bright

You got not no reciprocation again
When your flare went down
They constantly set you alight

You entertained still
They just enjoyed the flame dance
With the log burnt in delight

Voila! You fell for the bait
That tiny compassionate act which gets you dancing again
Their ego pampered with your plight

You just stay away!
Far away from this non responsive lighter
Don’t end up doing blight!

You my friend!
You are just another log in their woodpile!
These are Ego baiters in hindsight!