Ramblers

Ramblers                        10/4/2017

Con men are gamblers

Often and also

Swindlers are the run

Always stealing to fill

The gaping emptiness within. 

They think

They are smart

And how they love

To boast

Anything to win

And anything to steal. 

Should have seen it coming

The unimaginable threat

Coming from such an empty void

Deceptively cunning

And evil to the core.

Placing bet after bet

They live off of misery

Stealing anything they can

With empty promises. 

Always on the move

And always on the make

They will take any risk

Without a conscience

And without a soul. 

Hands under the table

And eyes on the prize

You won’t see it coming

Until the damage is done. 

Cut off

And cut down

All for money

Or power. 

Hunched over the table

They think they are immune

Counting the cards

And guess the odds. 

Doubled down

And doubled over

They will raise the stakes

Ever higher

Rather than learn

Or grow. 

Using others

They pretend to be

Who they want

Eternal victims

And martyrs. 

Lying with ease

And killing with glee

They love only themselves

Selfish, shallow,

And dumb. 

Friendship means nothing

And love is only a word

A means to an end

And a trophy

To covet. 

Ingratiating themselves

And soliciting for secrets

Anything and everything

Useful for gain. 

Changing any allegiance

For a few dollars more

Destroying friends and family

For position

And prestige. 

Behold the criminal

Slithering in

And slithering out

Hiding in the shadows

And always watching

For more. 

They have killed many

And they have destroyed much

Swift and sudden

Vacuous and cruel. 

Whispering in your ear

Friendship

With a knife

Behind your back. 

Running all day

And running all night

For a long time coming

Betting it all to win

Or die in a fire. 

Beware one of many

Evil in and evil out

Unleashed by frustration

And limited time. 

Come Lord

And vanquish them all

At last to answer

For each and every

Unspeakable crime.