Taken

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