My heart sinks 'neath this pall of dread,
A grave outpouring of leaden dread.
Watch for the tactical conman,
A deceiver in disguise, who'll flee with all he can.
His cunning nature is sly,
He'll fool you until you cry.
His schemes are devious and deep,
Seeking your precious gold to keep.
His wheeling, dealing is a misdirection,
His swindling will cause mass destruction.
Your heart should beat in warning,
Lest you find yourself morning sorrowing.
Once you've felt the sting of his lies,
He'll have fled and you'll be wise.
Be wary lest you trust too soon,
For no one escapes the conman's doom.
©jamielong
J