by Chuck Maddock

Created on: December 24, 2009   Last Updated: December 11, 2011

Dishonesty, means the world to me

For by exam it is who I am

I an trained in the art of a con man

Cheating, lying, stealing, that's who I am

If I need to satisfy, I tell a little lie

Your trust I will embrace

While I steal your brief case

I have an eminence ego

For anything that is illegal

I do not seek fame only monetary gain

I practice the art of deceit

When it pays, there's no receipt

Getting things that cheating brings

Is music to my heart strings

You don't know how much I enjoy

The gains from a devious ploy

To tell a lie and then repeat

Is living life ever so sweat

I try to find the rich kind

They enrich my unholy mind

I may get what I deserve

Until then dishonesty I serve

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