The Con

He pegs his hopes,
To other people's ropes,
He has wordy tendrils,
To give his prey a thrill.

He always has a plan,
He explains until you stun,
He sees himself wise,
He forgets others are thrice.

He leaves home in a suit,
Hoping his plans bear fruit,
His business is always in conduit,
He has a passion of pursuit.

The young man is a swindle,
His hopes never dwindle,
Some days he manages to trick,
The few who make his passion tick.

He wears a wide grin,
Closer look show its a mean smile,
The smile of lips so thin,
Thats when he is high on bile.

Papers fill his bag,
Projects and strategies,
He is such a nag,
Trying to cause monetary damages.

The best remedy for him,
Always give him your ears,
But never in his waters swim,
They cause business fears.

Someone should advice him,
That he should work hard,
He should aim at the creme,
and change from a retard.

As for now,
He continues to peg hopes,
He is good at answering how,
and he maintains his hopes.

He says hardwork is a waste of time,
He this he is the smartest in this time,
Unfortunately he lives in a world of drones,
That has no space for THE CON.

© Mycalian