You Can't Con a ConA Poem by TTBoy28She 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
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4 Reviews Added on August 17, 2010 Last Updated on August 17, 2010 AuthorTTBoy28Atlanta, GAAboutThe 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..Writing
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