Evil Is This Hustler Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Evil is this hustler.
Who will smile in the face,
Lovingly to their own mother.
Before others discover.
He has thrown her under a bus.

Evil is this hustler.
Who will wear the robe of a priest.
And from a pulpit preach of good deeds.
Everyone of faith.
Should commit themselves to do.
Bringing people to tears.
And openly weep.
While fleecing their pockets.
To fill his own to keep.
Like a vulture.
That hovers over,
Slaughtered sheep.
Leeching to feed on fresh meat.

Evil is this hustler seeking.
In public speeches,
To deceive purposely.
And done to do,
With it known he'd be believed.

Evil is this hustler.
Who will display a fondness,
For his own family.
Then accuse them of being thieves.
Crooks.
Disguising their innocent looks.
With it hoped this distracts,
The evil secret acts.
This hustler in the gutter does.
To pretend with them no involvement.

Evil is this hustler.
Driven by ego.
An an appetite that has no end.
For more attention to get.
As if a demon on the prowl.
Feeding on sins.
And devoted to commit them.