The Swindler’s Tale

I was always told

that the neatness

of straight up drink

mattered even to charlatans,

that even the lies

among liars

were believable.

Those duped souls

never saw cancer

treated with poison

for profit,

or buildings full of people

destroyed from within

for the sake

of a life long smolder

of control.

These are otherworldly

swindlers,

prone to bathing

in the blood of

abated existence,

and dripping with the

inbred, shortsighted

deformities of a

multitude of singers

that can’t carry

an organic tune

into natural balance.

©cmd 2021 [aka o.monger]