Scam Poem by Douglas Scotney
Scam
I don't know
if my being led to the brink
and turning back then
made him think
I was leading him on,
deliberately saving a real mug
from his hypnotic sway,
or for inspiring a poem,
but I hope he thought that way,
thought I was smart
when I wasted his day.
He didn't get the pot;
but god, with what he's got,
he'll do WHAT?
Deliberate:
yes I was,
no I wasn't,
mate.
Good one. Let them swing on their own scam. Did you sell him a ham? ++10
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5/2/2024 6:13:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Extremely thought-provoking. A sway between yes and no, thinking it over. Did you mean 'he didn't get the plot? '