He was always conniving up some mischief
Scheming bastard was his given name
At least that was the name he was given
By the taken and the cleaned
There was a flicker of genius in his madness
Admirable, in a twisted way
How he’d hatch more plots than a graveyard
But never lift a shovel himself
Suckering the marks into digging a full six deep
Before they’d realize he had left with the ladder
And everything else that wasn’t nailed down
David Trudel © 2013
That is one nefarious dude!
He sure was! A since departed family member.