Fairwell…Our Grifter King

A con man till the end

Another shell to move

With a slight of hand

Before his fan’s eyes

Tricks up his sleeve

Will they ever recognize

45 told nothing but lies

Course not why would they

It is their form of play

As long as they believe

They have not been conned

But if they were…it’s OK

As long as it was for

The greater good

Without admission

That’s understood

Keep going about your business

While he pads his with yours

Two hundred million

Dollars and counting

Right from under your nose

An alleged rigged election

Under a moving shell

As his audience ponies up

Only to watch him walk away

With their loot for he was

Their Grifter King