Highly entertaining
Charlatan; painting
Manipulating, brewed
Tasty food so others can
Swallow, digest and process.
Deals and wheels
With their golden tongue
Of sweet sugar and honey,
A thief.
A confidence trickster
In order to obtain and kidnap your mind,
Money, power, fame,
Through pretense or deception.
Leads not knowing north or south
East or west, day or night, but deceiving
People with polished words their believing.
As long as they paint a story vision, they drew
Those that listen, in their mind it's true.
5/9/2024
Step right up and have a lick of this
it will make you smack your lips
with sweet vavoom that you can't miss
its will cure your all, plus its got zip
Common folks don't be afraid, here try
it will save Mary and maybe cousin Jim
Tastes like easy-peasy lemon pie
just hold the cup an clean the rim
Come closer and I promise not to bite
it will seize you immediately
You'll soon be feeling high as a kite
the best part is, my advice comes free
For a mere tend dollars you get to be happy
here you go, get a move on make it snappy.
A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies,
In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies,
Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize;
Where benevolence cries, pensive in verity’s demise.
Masked in aura of dubious eyes, spurious is his smile,
Hiding deceptions of his charismatic, charlatan style;
Counterfeit is the profile sporting thrill of knavish devise,
Proffering affectionate gile, spinning webs of disguise.
Empowering hypnotism of an alluring, charming face,
Weaving traps of fanciful tales his adventures chase,
Mesmerizing them; seeking the disheartened as prey,
Bestowing faux lexicons of praise, that brazenly betray.
Broken pledges and vows, now bawl from his burial site,
Deep within remorseful soul, churning anguished fright,
Awakening graveyard of victims in nightmarish night,
Burning effigies of dreams destroyed, feelings contrite.
Be on guard for imposters vying lure of sensual glance,
Beware of tenders, beckoning love, enticing romance,
Beware of mountebank, a swindler~ thievery is his art;
Dedicated lifelong, to mission of stealing innocent heart.
“That’s all I can stands, ‘cause I can’t stands no more.”
—Popeye, Popeye the Sailor animated series
One episode, “The Fistic Mystic,”
takes place in Badgag, a parody of Bagdad.
Mountebank
Olive Oil,
a snake charmer.
Bluto
wraps around her.
He is a shyster -
a bully
with tricks.
One pop eye
on him -
the sailor
misdirects.
Mischief in Badgag -
a mountebank devil,
picked
the wrong g-oil.
Do you know the movie “Catch Me if You Can?”
DiCaprio stars as the perfect con man.
His exploits of impersonation and fraud
had me - as I watched the film - feeling awed.
In this film, DiCaprio’s character is Frank,
a teen who makes fake checks to cash at the bank.
A pilot this young man pretended to be
who worked for Pan Am. A montebank was he!
Frank Abagnale also pretended
to work as a doctor; when that job ended,
he was a lawyer and with riches blessed.
The FBI came; he evaded arrest.
This movie (of Spielberg’s) made money I guess
for Frank Abagnale. Nevertheless,
more than a con man was Frank; it appears
Frank was in jail during all those “con” years!
He’s more than a charlatan and swindler. Now,
Frank’s book as a movie has been a hit. Wow!
But his best con of all – every claim that he made
was all hype or big lies; and for that he got paid!
You made me less.
Sleepless.
And now I’m falling asleep at the table.
Theology swims,
Trapped in my teacup.
You made me weak.
Weak as the colour pink,
And still,
I shrink.
You lied.
The cat was not blue,
The things you said were not true.
But I tried.
You said you could save me. Lord,
You were just somebody
To talk to
When I was bored.
Your deception
was easy
with smoothness
like a chiffon cake
you devoured me
bite by marvelous bite
you tasted sweet
savoring
my innocence
melting
the rest of me
in the heat of desire
like a decadent desert
until not a crumb
remained.
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