The Con Master Poem by Charlene Moralesbalintona

Look stunning with his broad shoulder,
Wears in a very respectable manner,
Looks scary with too much authority,
That demand everyone to vow him.

He almost plays the rules perfectly,
But honestly, he misses the grace,
He can't hide the limited power
That drain him like useless and worthless.

He didn't notice the con artist,
Surrounds him with full of awareness,
Master their skills as he did,
Play along with the games he started

In my silence, he looks pity,
The power and authority he portrays,
Well-known to others that he's acting,
Knows he's not the real master.