did it please

Did it please you to witness the sudden switch
from rich expectant trust to a twitch of pain,
sadistically gaining titillation for your mad
mania in seeing your titch of a son so cross?
Was it for a wag's giggle, like watching a carpet
sharply tugged, to topple the unsuspecting
pompous child, opening his innocent eyes
to a wiser, untrusting slippery world?
Or thirdly, was it your exhibitionist side,
snidely stealing the spot-lit circle with a rotten
trick, slickly imitating a conjuror's
wondrous ways in magic? - with what a wand!
In treachery, I glimpsed you to the heart
and knew, somewhere within, we stood apart.