He’ll draw you in
Telling you lies
Saying what you
Want to hear
He’ll try to sell
You a big hoax
Or something
He doesn’t own
All while he
Peddles his
Snake oils
And when he’s
Found out
He’ll blame you
Calling you an
Easy mark
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He comes from afar
To sell you a special jar
Something he swears you need
It’ll taste worse than seaweed
He’ll claim it’ll reverse your age
But take my counsel, you know it's sage
Don’t give him a plumb nickel
Chase him off with a sickle
He’s nothing but a confidence man
And he’ll take you for all that he can
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Comments (13)
That line about sage was so funny. Clever work!
Incredible work!
Great poem. He sounds like an internet troll,.or a politician. Maybe both. 😁
Ah, I know a few like this. Lovely poem!
Snake oils? Is that a thing.. That bit made me laugh for for some reason. Very effective poem M Combs! ☺️👏
So good!
But I like the taste of seaweed, lol! Anyway, gotta beware of people like him! Loved your poem!
...Well this is just slide-of-your tongue fun StepMum ~ Con-Artist-Creed ~ "It's just a Game of Numbers" ~ StepSon
❤️Incredible as always❤️
I have no confidence in that man..., or any supposedly young woman emailing or otherwise messaging me that she wants to get to know me & is looking for someone to love, lol. (I do enjoy trolling them a bit, I must confess.)
Sounds like a fragile memory; tight and straight forward verse. ❤️❤️
One born every minute, right?
With all our accumulated knowledge about them, people still fall for con artists.