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Sell ice cubes to Eskimos every day
Always selling, it's in my heart
I don't know why this had to start

Conning everyone that I love
Something I never dreamed of
Its a horrible gift you see
A horrible gift that has been given to me

Doesn't matter what you're talking
In my mind I'm just stalking
Waiting for my chance to speak
Then my plans you'll have to keep

Playing this game as if it were fun
You never see all of my puns
Having a reason for all that I say
Has me exhausted all of my days

Being deceitful at every turn
I'm sure I will most definitely burn
I have an agenda in everything I do
Hope I can forgive me, hope you can too

So all beware if you talk to me
That I am a con artist can't you see
Feel like you've won, you don't know
I allowed you to think it, this is so

But this is how I live my life
Stabbing at all, my words the knife
Building and building stacks of lies
Then having to deal with everyone's cries

It's just a sickness I choose bare
Get close to me if you so dare
It's a horrible gift you see
A horrible gift that has been given to me
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A Horrible Gift

Contributed by blknwht on Saturday, 10th October 2015 @ 04:15:28 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I am a con artist what can I say
Sell ice cubes to Eskimos every day
Always selling, it's in my heart
I don't know why this had to start

Conning everyone that I love
Something I never dreamed of
Its a horrible gift you see
A horrible gift that has been given to me

Doesn't matter what you're talking
In my mind I'm just stalking
Waiting for my chance to speak
Then my plans you'll have to keep

Playing this game as if it were fun
You never see all of my puns
Having a reason for all that I say
Has me exhausted all of my days

Being deceitful at every turn
I'm sure I will most definitely burn
I have an agenda in everything I do
Hope I can forgive me, hope you can too

So all beware if you talk to me
That I am a con artist can't you see
Feel like you've won, you don't know
I allowed you to think it, this is so

But this is how I live my life
Stabbing at all, my words the knife
Building and building stacks of lies
Then having to deal with everyone's cries

It's just a sickness I choose bare
Get close to me if you so dare
It's a horrible gift you see
A horrible gift that has been given to me




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Re: A Horrible Gift (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 10th October 2015 @ 11:21:46 PM AEST
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There is a little con man in all of us. We all have agendas! Who does anything altruistically?
You do indeed have a gift; a real talent; the question becomes, how will you use it?
You can inspire, motivate, guide, advise, and cultivate others talents. You can lead. Read what you have written. It sways.
With the same skills, you can choose to use people; take what they have; and leave them bleeding.
The latter is the easiest; the former is your challenge. Your gift isn't horrible--only your use of it. What you do now will become who you are. Prisons are full of manipulative geniuses. You have work to do.
softerware




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