Change, chump.
Change. Every con artist
in the game has you marked
out, set up on their prospect easel
and is plotting a quick and easy
masterpiece. They're
circling 'round
in converging arcs
like sharks fast approaching
the frenzied feast, and you
- blithe, naïve and doot-di-doo,
stand in grinning and wide-eyed
sacrifice. Change, chump!
Change
this moment. Now
This deal is about to come off
quite nice. That grin of yours, almost
painfully dopey and sweet!
All hands on deck
and swept out to sea,
as the calmest day
in a hundred Julys
turns suddenly in its depths
to wrenching surprise
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