Swindler

December 26, 2015

Growing tired and weary as the day groans on

For these days seem longer due to restless nights

You, My boy are in need of a pick me up

Appreciated offer but it would be irresponsible

To coax a mind that's already dwindling

I can't afford to lose it all

As a result of your persuasive swindling

So leave me be, petty swindler

But sir! It's my product that'll help you forget her

'Her' is gone and I've made piece with that

So take your bad habits and just leave it at that!

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