Good News, Bad News Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Excited, jubilant,
in joyous bliss
He came to me.
I felt excitement swell.
Enthused yet scared,
I’m longed so for his kiss.

“But, what I heard from you
sounds vague. Do tell.'
'I want to change your life.'

Yes, I want change.
Yet when he’s close me
I can't get near.
Though flattered by his focus,
something’s strange.

“You filter what I say.
You're not sincere.
No thanks.”

He’s bluffing kindness,
that's the vibe.
I mention love
but he acts put upon.
Guess to a con
a gift is just a bribe
and it's impossible
to con a con.
He could've had my heart,
but if I did, he'd bury me
beneath his pyramid.