Short Conmen Poems

Samantha was a small-town girl
Taught to never ignore or turn her back on anyone
She developed a thicker skin in the city
Where she had to learn to turn her back and ignore
It was not her norm, but necessary
For there were either more narcissists and conmen here
Or they were not as easily pointed out by an entire town...

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I’m adjusting fixed positions
On opinions and deductions
From now on breathing other airs
I have a stack of fresh instructions

I let go of once held handle bars
Veering off from straight line steering
Riding curves requiring nerves
Whilst watching stances disappearing

Chancers wait to try it on
Consider risk-maintaining stakes
Ask what can we afford to lose
Whilst still expecting lucky breaks...

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