You Can't Con a Con

You Can't Con a Con

A Poem by TTBoy28

She saw so much in me

probably like she did with everyone else

For many it could have been plain to see

just what I wanted for myself

 

It wasn't all her money

or her patience and care

Now this may sound funny

but I really just needed bus fare

 

I just didn't have change in my pocket

There were so many bills

She looked at me as if I should be in her locket

I saw all those pills

 

Dynamic she was, all dressed in fur

How could I turn a blind eye

Driving a white Mercedes that would purr

She made my bus go by

 

Yes, I was dressed to the T

Just leaving work

Why on earth would she pick me

just some lonely office clerk?

 

She said I had the look

and that all would pay

I was beginning to smell a crook

just like the other day

 

But I went along for the ride

And I held my tongue

The one before her almost died

When I told her I only had one lung

 

Things were super cool

She told a tale and asked my story

I could have really been a fool

If I didn't capture this glory

 

I said I had lost my business cards

And my troubles had just begun

Now in the class of retards

I felt hotter than the sun

 

Yet as lies are told, I am the best

I knew I had nothing to offer

I was more intrigued by the diamond on her chest

Those damn cigarettes made me a cougher

 

She asked if I was alright

As we pulled up to the gate

So glad my parents didn't sleep that night

In a mansion, what would be on my plate?

 

I expected a full room

Or shall I say, a house filled with love

But when I tripped, I felt doom

And I was hit from above

 

If looks could kill

They did that day

So pathetic was my will

Forgetting all the games I did play

 

My talk was cheap

Sorta just like my suit

I finally got knee deep

And felt both come off at the root

 

But that just wasn't the worst of it

No not that indeed

It's amazing that even beautiful people feel like s**t

everytime they don't succeed

 

So dying was dying

Now in time, that I did pretty well

I just pray that I keep flying

and not end up in Hell

 

 

© 2010 TTBoy28


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And you can't bullshit a bullshitter, But damn we still try don't we? Haha People would no less die for The ability tell a story that rhymes and has wonderful flow-etics like yours ... Keep on Keepin' on :D

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

y ye deifently yur a beast

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very original, i liked this alot, i didnt see any spelling errors or gramatical errors, excellent write!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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TTBoy28
TTBoy28

Atlanta, GA



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The truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..

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A Poem by TTBoy28