the scoundrel

I’ve known some bold rascals and slept with some too
when you’re young drunk and horny then any will do
and lies I have told to both stranger and friend
but who knows what truth is and where it will end

I’ve cursed and I’ve stole and I’ve gambled and fought
and lived me a life of the very worst sort
when it comes to judgement and my story’s told
it’s screwing and scrambling and scrapping for gold

there’s nothing that you have that is worth a damn
that I couldn’t take with some elegant scam
for sure as old nick I would bet on my wit
to part man and treasure and make off with it

but time is a demon that devours the days
as I’m getting older I must change my ways
instead of the bottle the battle and strife
I’ve took up religion to fund the good life

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  1. damommza

     /  July 14, 2012

    Oh this is sly and so true! *applolsauce*

    • Thank you 😀 The first couplet popped into my head a few days before I wrote the poem, but I had no idea where it was going until I got the second couplet 😀


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