Con Artist 3
Gibberish as if drunk
Late night texts
Tail between legs
Scared as fuck
Out of luck
His house has no mirrors
Lest he sees himself
But there are posters of lions
An odd tiger on the shelf
Likes to dream big
Billionaire is his flick
Alas he is lazy
So his plans are hazy
Fraud was an easy path
There are posters, too
Of muscle cars
If only his body knew
What muscles are
—or balls for that matter
But he thinks he is better
Than anyone else
Hence the tiger on shelf
He lives the conman dream
He secretly cackles
However, I know. We will see him in shackles.
Poetry by Nathalie 