you are a hypocrite,October 28, 2008 at 6:12 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 9 Comments
Tags: invisibility spell, poetry, three card, writing
Squires, what’s with all the smoke and mirrors.
Put your money on the table like the rest of us
you drunken bum. Tearing up the losing ticket,
this is the end of your lucky run
and out of the bible the gun appeared.
A puff of smoke, a rum, sit down old man,
for goodness sake the point is yet to come.
Everyone’s a winner, it’s a straight up guarantee cos
the value of these goods is not made by me he says
(a not so subtle highhat shuffle)
but always by the buyer, haha, bye bye tata,