Empty Promises, Plenty of Grift

Sell oil to a tank only to realize the wrong ingredient to the matter. It's a hurtful process, but somebody got to do it. Who wouldn't want to swim in dough, while selling a fellow man a hole in the boat? Don't blame me, blame the capitalistic nature of a broken system. It produces suckers by the minute and guess who's the manufacturer?

Me!

Yes indeed, I am the epitome of what's wrong with society. A low down scurvy pirate with booty on the mind. Not the booty that you find that's upon lustful eyes. But more so the booty that lies in the wallets of the beholder. They need that pair of shoes with no laces, that gaming console with no trace of release date, and a car with no seats at day one arrival. Don't blame me once again for the foolishness of the trade. It's just a method of delivery with my tongue to cheek nature.

I could sell you a dream, and it becomes an instant nightmare. I can send the dead to a resting place that's not a part of the deal baby. I can deliver the word of hope, only to backtrack on helping you in your darkest hour. It's not my fault that you are a dope and need a leader to follow. You hate my guts, but fail to see the art of the deal. Your family needs some form of refuge, so I come along with the solution. An institution that thrives on family gatherings and growth. My pockets expand, the family gathers their savings in demand of my wallet. It's a 50/50 advantage with no one to blame but the big dummy in a soon-to-be junkyard.

I am the promise ring that turns your finger green. The slithering snake in the grass of a homeowner's despair. Speaking of which, let me tell you a story about a homeowner named Lou. A frustrated warped man with no clue of how to make ends meet. All alone with a house with no foundation. Everything went up in smoke, but reality is the beholder of the prize. A deed sold to a company that will pay for the house, only to swindle in the end and leave the debt at a large amount. The foolishness family of his didn't even realize of what is at stake. All they saw were temporary dollar signs but at the cost of a broken down estate. Fortunately, the company with such a crazy deal will make the ownership a rentable profit. Because why not?

Why even bother to own, when you are going to die anyway? It's better to keep the carrot at the eyes of the rabbit. Chase that hope and dream. Chase it with all of your might. You have an issue with me, man take a number. I am the recipe of a winning streak that's not on a loser's dinner plate. The grift comes in threes….branches of the government. Can't trust a flea, but would gladly vote for me to stir the country into a different residency. I sold the American dream for a can of beans and a endless stream of channels that bundle like cable to the elites that flip through channels of corruption, lust, and devious thoughts. Your secret is safe with me, for I am the cable man hooking you up with illegal cable.

The podcaster with notes of world dominator in disguise of a common man's plea. The destruction with words and a subscription fee. The newscaster with the outlets to make you want to flee. The war caster with hopes of peace, but reality hits that the city shall be razed to become free.

I am the pastor with your debt in my collection plate. The book that promises success, but a little too late. The school that sold you a career for the price of a private loan and not a single thought of such a school existing. The finger on the trigger that frees the minds of those that lost it all in a crypto scheme, while the crypto bro scoops up all the ice cream.

The hotel room where you reside at, because the truth became the light as you took that flight to rescue such a beauty, only for her to take all of your money and announced her American dream. The woman that lost her husband to a cult with no sort of direction but financial ruin. The child that lost all of his allowance savings for a skin that was a shady website. The early access game that was delivered on time with a 1.0 completion, but a 0.4 alpha intention.

And you call me a swindler? Nah, I'm just smart enough to stir you in the wrong direction of a right decision concerning me.

My own selfishness, my grift is my seldom plea of dominance of not only you but the entire world to see….