I Don'T Mind My Prime - Poem by Douglas Scotney
We've conning badly in common.
When you're suspicious
there's conning going on,
confident smiles belong to tricksters,
and you don't mind a Prime
with a smile like mine,
by which you can tell
he doesn't con very well.
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