Call Me MarkA grifter'd quickly label me an easy mark.
I am for you. One word and I am yours
Again. I don't care how long you've been
Gone, I'll never ask you where you've been.
I'll hold the door wide open for you.
Take your jacket, bring you anything
You'd like to eat or drink, and feel myself
Becoming lighter (weighing less and out
Of darkness) in your presence. I'm your
Sucker. Run your con on me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-03-23 at 19:49
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